I don’t know what it is, but I have a really big issue with lying– at least when the lies, great or small, come from myself.
It’s hard for me to “fib” to my kiddo about why she can’t have a piece of Mama’s fancy chocolate because “They are all gone,” when in actuality I have two more precious pieces rationed and hidden away on the top of the refrigerator for emergencies.
I absolutely cannot lie to my husband about ANYTHING because it makes me feel so convicted– even if its something small like “I didn’t have TIME to do the dishes today” when I spent some quality moments resting in the recliner and keeping our toddler alive.
But I remember a couple of months ago when I did outright, blatantly lie to the bagger at the commissary.
I don’t know, maybe this is kind of a confessional of some sort for me– I just need to get this off my chest. Or perhaps it will be a form of encouragement to you.
And no, before anyone out there gets all Judgey McJudgerson, I didn’t lie to the bagger about not having any cash to tip. (I always try to have something in my purse to give them when they’ve done their job. I’ve only failed once in this department and felt horrible. Although the snippy attitude response from the bagger who probably thought I was lying did make me feel better, but that’s another story for another day…)
Any who, a few months ago, I went to the commissary for my weekly trip. In typical fashion, as we were walking to my car, the bagger tried to strike up a conversation with me. Of course, the opening question was, “How are you doing today, ma’am?”
I squeezed out a muffled “Oh, you know, I’m doing ok.”
I think the bagger took the hint, because not another word was exchanged as we shoved my groceries in our Mariner, I plunked some cash in her hand and spun on my heels, and plopped into the driver’s seat of the car… Then promptly burst into tears.
Everything was not ok. Not even close.
Read the rest of my story over at Army Wife Network.
I firmly believe that ALL of us need someone in our lives that we can be completely, totally, 100% honest with… Maybe that is a spouse, a best friend, or even someone professional that just listens to us for an hour each week.
Do you have that person? Who is it? Please feel free to share and leave a comment below.
As for the family who lost their little baby, they continue to walk down the path of healing. They will never be the same– and honestly, I won’t either. I will never forget those moments, but I am grateful for army community that comes together in moments of crisis, be it to bring food, hold someone’s hand, or even tell us that, just this once, it’s ok that we lied to the bagger at the commissary.
