My husband Jim was born on ANZAC Day. His father was a Colonel in the army, so ANZAC Day was a big deal, mainly because Jim had been told the march was for his birthday. Every year, they’d head off to see Dad lead the march, lifting his sword and turning his square jaw towards the birthday boy (who always stood near the memorial). Four-year-old Jim would return the gesture with a salute, ‘Thanks for coming out again, fellas. Appreciate it.’
As long as they are not told to humiliate, mislead or shame a child, I believe lies have a place in a loving home. My in-depth analysis suggest parents lie for the following reasons:
1. To amuse ourselves. The ANZAC lie falls into this category.
2. To get us out of a tight parenting spot. ‘The Ice-Cream van only plays music when it’s run out of ice-cream.’ This lie is a cracker and has deservedly achieved urban-myth status.
3. To reassure and comfort. ‘Daddy asked the cockroach man to spray for monsters under the bed as well. Now, go to sleep.’
4. To ensure good behavior. These lies are otherwise known as, ‘Idle threats,’ and are completely useless. For example, ‘I’m going stop the car and leave you by the side of the road.’ This threat is extremely popular, but in my family, it was always the, ‘You’ll be sent to boarding school,’ variation that was flung around when times were tense. It only stopped when I started reading Enid Blyton and living at school suddenly seemed like jolly good fun. Midnight feasts and lacrosse games galore!
5. To convince children to eat. Jerry Seinfeld’s wife Jessica supplemented the family income by writing entire books about food lies. How to hide broccoli in brownies and carrot in ice-cream. This is a very divisive topic. It’s those who say, ‘I’m not going to puree beetroot and bake it into a bloody sponge cake. The kid can eat a slice of beetroot!’ versus those prepared to do whatever it takes to get seven serves a day into their child. (I suspect these parents lie to each other – ‘Of course, Aspen loves beetroot! Can’t get enough of it.’ No mention of the fact that it’s been altered to the point it looks and tastes like raspberry ripple.)
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my dad loved making up stories about how the world worked. The one I remember the most was he said that farmers used to line their paddock fences with trees so when it was really windy the cows wouldn't get stuck in the barbed wire. Made sense at the time, love this post!
Haaaa - love it. I am guilty of the chocolate one. My son can't eat nuts, so I have been guilty of pretending there is nuts in some of the chocolate at times so I don't have to share (I am just thinking of his teeth)