My heart is hurting this morning. Hurts. Aches. As a parent, there is little that hurts us more than to see our children in pain…especially when it feels like you are the cause. Today one of my girls lied to me – about something small. In fact, she’s been lying to me all week…and possibly for longer.
It’s not the first time and she’s not the first one of the girls to do it, so today it just went all over me. I hate lies. I will not tolerate lying. I have said it over and over and over again (often rambling, I’m sure) – Jon & I simply will not accept anything but the truth.
I am always so shocked when they lie and they both do it …with frighteningly more frequency recently. And it does hurt. It hurts when you catch them in a lie – it feels a little like a failure on your part as the parent.
We’ve been through it all before, they both know that it is inappropriate and not at all acceptable behavior. They know they’ll get in less trouble telling the truth than if they lie. And yet, here we are, still we are dealing with these issues.
It’s not even like they’re lying about big things (yet); it’s always small things like who sprayed the water on the mirror or if they took their medicine that day. Today the girls and I had a discussion trust. If I can’t trust them to tell me the truth on the small things, how can I trust them to tell me the truth on the big things or even be away from me afterschool?
How do I get through to them? How do I nip this in the bud?
Today the daughter that lied about her inhaler will miss out on her afterschool activity. I explained that she can’t participate today due to her dishonesty and for her to be allowed to participate further she would need to show me she could be responsible and honest.
So help me, what do you do when your kiddos lie?
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I'm smack in the middle of raising 5 kids. Lying is tough to deal with. I have found that sometimes the offender doesn't realize they are lying about something. One of my sons recently hid his younger brother's favorite lovey, and forgot all about what he did and where he hid it. He wasn't lying on purpose; he just forgot. Finding the the lovey sparked the memory. It's frustrating, and I know my son's heart.
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