Motherhood is probably the most hypocritical job in the world. We teach kids to be good people by lying to them. We tell them things like "no, that's not fish it's chicken!" *cough* MOM *cough* (yes, MY mom). I love masquerading my kids' healthy foods as something delicious just so they'll eat it. It's like a game. A very frustrating, but sometimes funny game. For example, right now my dear son is eating peas and carrots... in pear juice. Sounds delicious doesn't it? For the longest time peas were only considered round things that would both roll, and squish between his little fingers. After my husband suggested putting honey on them, I decided instead to try pear juice, since pears are his favorite fruit. It worked like a charm.
As they grow older, we tell them things like "you can grow up to be whatever you want to be". Is this true? Technically. But little by little they become privy to the complexities of life. They realize that the world is a rough, awful place, and because of that, they can't actually be anything they want to be. They have to be something profitable, stable, and something that has opportunity. It's depressing but true.
We tell them not to react to certain situations we would most certainly react to ourselves. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to smack some kid for taking A's toys, or pushing him, when instead I have to say the right thing to do. Unfortunately it's not smacking. Damn.
I find the humor in the fact that one of the MAIN things we tell our kids is not to lie. Santa? The Easter Bunny? The Tooth Fairy? The farm where all sick dogs go? Goldfishy heaven? The list could go on. It's as if childhood is one big fat lie! Think about it...