In my brief journey through motherhood, I’ve found myself spinning a few white lies for my son. For instance, when I promise him ice cream tomorrow, and the day rolls around without him asking for it again, I stay silent. It’s not because I want to mislead him, but I know that offering ice cream would just spoil his dinner. By the time he remembers, we’ve zoomed past the ice cream shop, and instead of a sweet treat, he gets a healthy meal at home. A classic case of a fib for his own good.
Then there are the late-night negotiations, like telling him that if he doesn’t fall asleep in the next ten minutes, I’ll be going to bed without him. The truth is, until he drifts off, no one in the house is getting any rest! But the thought of me not being there as he drifts into dreamland is enough to make him reconsider. So yes, I use a little scare tactic. I might not feel guilty about it, because desperate parenting sometimes calls for desperate measures.
And yes, I’ve told him that Santa will be visiting this year and that the Easter Bunny will hop by come spring. These are the kinds of light-hearted tales I can live with. But there’s one thing I refuse to tell my son: “You can be anything you want to be.”
This phrase, often said with the best intentions, is meant to uplift and inspire. While I wholeheartedly believe in my son, I recognize that he won’t be able to achieve every dream he has. It’s not about lacking faith; it’s about understanding the reality of limitations we all face.
Not everyone has the skill set to perform surgery, or the patience to teach, or even the right build to fit in a fighter jet. It’s just life.
But here’s the thing: I want my son to explore his passions and test his limits. If he wants to throw his hat in the ring for the school spelling bee, even if he struggles with “cat,” I’m all for it. I’ll be there to help him practice—no matter how many times we have to go over it. If he wants to join the band or choir, regardless of his pitch, I’ll support him. And sports? Count me in for signing him up for every team, even if he throws like a spaghetti noodle.
I’m committed to nurturing his interests as long as he’s willing to put in the effort. He can try out for that baseball team every year if that’s what he wants. However, I also want him to understand that sometimes, he might not make the cut—and that’s perfectly fine. It simply means he’s human. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, and I believe it’s my role to make sure he recognizes that.
As he’s just a toddler now, I can’t predict how strong, tall, or driven he’ll become. I don’t know whether he’ll love the spotlight or prefer the sidelines. The truth is, I won’t sugarcoat things for him. If a dream exceeds his capabilities—be it physical or personality-wise—I’ll gently guide him towards understanding that.
Because I’m his mom, and I can’t tell him that lie.
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In summary, while I embrace the magic of childhood dreams, I also recognize the importance of grounding those dreams in reality. Encouraging my son to explore his passions while being honest about limitations is my way of helping him grow into a resilient individual.