Her angelic face radiated with pure and undefiled joy.
Her eyes glowed bright, her forehead was lifted and pushed together, and her mouth was wide open and drawn gracefully across her face in a massive, unrestrained smile.
But it wasn’t just her face… her whole body was engaged in that smile. Her perfect hands and arms waved joyfully in the air, her legs pumped back and forth, unable to contain the excitement, and her vocal cords joined the jubilation in squeezes and coos and tiny bursts of laughter.
The whole attitude was beyond contagious and I simply could not resist smiling back at her, talking to her, holding her just a little tighter, and loving her all the more.
As I sat in my office that day, holding my 3 month old little Sariah, I wondered at the unbounded love and trust this little soul had for me. In that moment, she knew no better, but being thrust from God’s presence into my arms, she was almost forced to love and trust me.
In that moment, I couldn’t help but cast my mind’s eye forward a couple of years. At two, would she love and trust me this much? And what about at five, when she was awake to the world, would this confidence grow and strengthen, or diminish? And how about during that awkward pre-teen stage of ten… what about then? Could I still win the glowing smile and enthusiasm of her heart?
And, of course, the ultimate test of parenthood… as a teenager, filled with a whole new awaking and awareness of her agency and independence, would she turn again and again to me, believing in me, trusting, me, respecting me as a peer, and calling me her own dear and wonderful papa?
Few things in my life have so captured my attention and engaged my whole soul as the journey to finding a way to answer all of those questions in the positive. The love and trust of my eight children is a thing that I enjoy now and want to relish in, no matter what their age, circumstance, or position in life.
So how do I ensure that I can have the sought after prize? I can’t guarantee it, I know that much. But, having carefully watched hundreds (if not thousands) of families, I have observed that there are lots of things that I can do, and many more things that I should not do, to increase my odds of always basking in the love and trust of my children.
Perhaps that is why a recent article in Parenting Magazine so disturbed me. The author , Julie Tilsner, titled her article, “Why It’s Okay to Lie to Your Child (Sometimes)
A guide to little white lies, social fibs, and more — and when the truth really matters.”
When I read that article, I considered the relationship I enjoy with my wife. I seriously questioned: “Do I tell her so called white lies and social fibs so as to strengthen our relationship?” In fact, I thought of all the human relationships that I have… friends, neighbors, church leaders, clients, extended family, etc… Is it convenient and acceptable to lie to them now and then?
Is truth a thing that only “really matters” some of the time?
No, I will have to respectfully disagree with Parenting and Ms. Tilsner on this point. Especially when I look into the pure and honest face of my 3 month old and, indeed, all the faces of my innocent children.
Many years ago, before the Continental Congress had convened, John Adams took up a case defending the English Red Coats who had been the force behind the Boston Massacre. During that trial he repeatedly stated, “Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.”
As a parent, I believe – and try to live by – this statement. I have learned by sad experience that if my relationships are not based on truth, honesty and integrity, then my foundation is like the proverbial sand and my house has little chance of standing.
Ms. Tilsner’s handy social guide to lying may be convenient to some, but perhaps it is actually a mini-handbook on how to erode relationships and ensure that at some distant point in the future, your children will look at you with distrust and disrespect.
I wonder if there isn’t a clue in this to the troubled teens of our days, the lack of respect for authority that far too many children possess, and the sickening divorce rates we continue to see rampant in society.
Lies, white, black, socially acceptable, small or big, undermine the truth and attempt to defy the facts. But, facts are stubborn things. We cannot engage in any degree of negotiating with the truth, without chipping away at our own moral fiber and damaging our relationships.
And do we really believe that our children don’t know when we lie? I think of the words of Mary MacCracken, “Nobody spots a phony quicker than a child.”
So, while a little nip and tuck of the truth may be convenient for us at times and sociably acceptable, it is not right, nor will it build and strengthen the relationships we have with our children.
As parents, each of us has a choice to make in every interaction with our children: Will we be socially acceptable… or respected of our children? We can listen to the voices saying it is OK to lie a little and cheat a little, or we can turn our ear to the voice that still whispers and calls to us from Mount Sinai in words that have defied conventional wisdom for thousands of years, “Thou shall not bear false witness.”
Looking into the beaming face of my newborn daughter, I’m moved to try at little harder at always telling the truth so that at 20 years old, her look of trust and love will have grown and not faded away.