I'm sure that like my parents, your parents told you little white lies here and there.  And I'm sure you probably tell a little one here and there to your kids, as well. I saw an article on Buzzfeed and it jogged some major memories for me.

When I was a small kid, I had a cat named Sunny. She was just a normal cat, orange colored, naturally. She was around before I was born, I'm pretty sure. If I'm right, Sunny was the mom of my other childhood cat, Popeye.  Then one day, Sunny wasn't there when I got home from Kindergarten. I asked my parents where she was, and they told me that they took Sunny out to a farm to go and live.

I'm sure you've heard that one before.

The thing is, I didn't know that wasn't true until I was well into High School. I had grandparents that lived on a small farm in Smithton! It was completely plausible that they had taken Sunny out to one of their neighbors! But no, poor Sunny just died. I'm not sure how, nobody really remembers. But I THINK it might have been something like she got hit by a car or something.

Another one I remember was when we lived in the first house I remember as a kid. It was on South Carr, across from my maternal grandmother's house (the house Mom grew up in). One time, it was raining really loudly and there was a lot of thunder and lightning. I was pretty scared, because I hadn't really heard it that badly and I didn't know what it was. After all, Chicken Little had told me that the sky could be falling, what did I know?

Someone, I can't remember who, told me that the noise was God bowling up in Heaven with all the nice people. The lightening? It was a light that flashed when God or one of his friends got a strike. I understood bowling, even though I didn't really play very often. It definitely made me feel better, like it was just someone having fun,  nothing scary. But then, there was another day when it rained and thundered, but there was no lightening. So..... was God not bowling?

No, someone told me. They weren't bowling this time, but God was just moving around the furniture a little bit up in Heaven. My Mom moved the furniture around probably once every couple of months, so that I understood as well. I couldn't fault God wanting a little change of scenery.

Now, as an adult, I understand what they were trying to do. They were trying to make me feel better about things I couldn't understand, they were trying to spare me from pain on things that they couldn't prevent.

Did your parents tell you a few little white lies every now and then? What did they tell you? Do you find yourself telling your kids or grandkids a little one every now and then?

Truthfully yours,
Behka