The other day my friends and I talked about how our parents raised us. I'm going to share something funny about it and I may write more on this topic.
Anyway, ever since we were kids, Mom would tell us, "I don't want you to lie about anything. I promise that I won't get mad if you're honest with me." I confess that I had lied a few times to my parents. Back in Elementary School, after our teachers graded our quizzes, we had to get our parents' signature and got the quiz books back to our teachers. A few times when I got bad marks, I faked my Mom's or Dad's signature HE HE HE HE HE HE...Yeah, yeah, I'm a bad girl LOL!!!!
But I've gotta say that my brother really heeded my Mom's words. One time he came up to my Mom and said, "Mom, didn't you promise me that you wouldn't be angry if I were honest to you?" And my Mom naturally said yes (probably she became suspicious already by then HA HA HA HA HA...)
Then my brother said, "I got 4 on a quiz today. Here it is."
My Mom was probably a bit disappointed, but she had promised not to be angry, right? So she said to him, "That's allright. Listen up, next time you'd better study hard. Even though you got 4 today, if you get 10 next time, then your mean score would still be 7, understand?"
Side note: Ever since we were kids, Mom said to us, "I don't need you to get a 9 or 10 all the time. I'd be happy even if you get a 6. As long as you don't get red marks in your report cards, then it's fine with me." ----> I LOVE HER FOR THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;-D
There's another funny story about honesty. Back in Elementary School (still), on handicraft lessons, we sometimes had to make hard stuff. We couldn't possibly make them without our Mom's help ----> Mom's a VERY creative person (she's an EXCELLENT cook, she can make clothing patterns and she did make some clothes for me when they didn't have too much money to buy new ones, and she can turn scrap of fabric into something nice).
One day our handicraft teacher told us to make something hard and she told us NOT to do it with our parents' help. My Mom told me not to tell the teacher that she had helped me, and I heeded her words. Then my brother was taught by the same teacher and my Mom helped him make something. When it was time to submit the handicrafts, the teacher asked all the students in the classroom, "Did you get some help doing it?" and my brother said yes.
Yup...it seems that my Mom had really instilled honesty in my brother's heart and mind, whereas I had learnt lying by omission or white lies when necessary HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...Ahem!!! *wink*
As I said before, my Mom's a storyteller. She never gets tired telling us about this story. Honestly speaking, none of us remembered about this, but I'm glad she loves telling us stories that we don't remember he he he he...