I’ve written before about privacy and secrecy, particularly as regards parenting. I’m once again wondering about it.
I hate the idea of having secrets, of our kid’s growing up and feeling he was misled about anything. The lines between lying, misleading, allowing someone to believe something that’s not true, failing to tell, hiding, not revealing, are all so tough.
I grew up feeling that I had been actively lied to. My parents felt that I had “not been told the complete truth.” An ocean lay between those perspectives, and yet everyone acted in good faith.
I aspire to a possibly unachievable state: I hope our kid feels we’ve been honest, open and disclosing without ever imposing unwelcome truths on him.
The tests will come as he asks more questions.