Last night we had our "Hope for Haiti's Children" fundraiser at church. It was a LOT of fun! I had the 2's, 3's and 4's and with the help of the 7th graders we entertained through a skit about Jesus and his followers, crafts, coloring, songs and games, playground time and a Veggietales movie.
During the movie, one little boy nearly lost it because his goldfish had gotten thrown away. He didn't know that of course, all he knew was that they were gone. One of the 7th graders said, "You can have mine!" The 3-year-old was on the verge of meltdown because he wanted his goldfish, not someone elses. So what did I do? I grabbed my own snack cup and lied to him when I said, "Here you go- here are your goldfish". Crisis averted. And then it hit me: deception starts early!
Lying is bad, we all agree. And yet... we trick people all the time into doing things that they don't want to do in order to try to make things easier to deal with. Especially children.
I prevented a massive breakdown from a preschooler yesterday because it was easy to do and didn't hurt him to eat my goldfish thinking they were his.
Brooklyn always throws her mozzarella cheese on the floor when I give it to her because she thinks she doesn't like it. But she sure did like it when I made it on her grilled cheese sandwich today! "You sneaky mom!"
I even have an entire cookbook about sneaking pureed vegetables into recipes so that your kids (and husband) don't know that they're actually getting a healthy serving of goodness! ("Deceptively Delicious" by Jessica Seinfeld)
It's tricky, because when you think about it... there really is a gray area in life. I mean, you don't tell your wife who has a 2-month old baby that she looks fat in that dress. Some things just aren't worth speaking an absolute truth about. Maybe it won't be understood or maybe it would just be cruel. And though we shouldn't live sheltered lives where we only want to hear kind words and never be hurt, unless if it's going to affect our eternal lives, I think maybe a little deception now and then isn't so bad after all. At least it's not going to stop be from making grilled mozzarella sandwiches or sharing my snacks with toddlers.