A Mother’s Happiness In Telling Her Children A Lie
You may tell a lie, only if it is about something nice, good, so that when one day it might be discovered, he or she you lied to would be very grateful to you. There’s almost no lie that’s not hiding something nasty. There’s almost no order that’s not containing something bad, something we don’t like. A lie, an order often brings unpleasantness with it.
When our children were small and we lived in tied living conditions, Oma used to give them the best, good parts of some special fruits if we were lucky some one presents us a pear, an apple or grapes as we can’t afford to buy them. Even a grape would still be cut and shared. Oma said she liked, prefered those parts that were still left as they were over ripe, “bonyok”, spoiled. So she lied and the children believed and were content.
Yet, that was a joy, a feast, a plus for us who were almost empty pursed, a minus for the rich as they never would have the chance to ever enjoy it. Oma was even happier in succeeding to make her children believe her lie.
But today there’s no need to lying anymore. Her children are grown up and relatively wealthy. Apples, pears, grapes are abundant, eating them is not extraordinary anymore.
But till today, your daddy almost half a century ago, still remembers your Oma, his mam. When he saw half rotten, spoiled pears, he still is so naïve to believe that’s what Oma liked. He bought it and sent it to us.
We laughed for his present of half rotten pears and our dear foolish son. I don’t know whether Oma apologised for her lie.
So told Opa Johan in his e mail to his granddaughter.
December 2009
You may tell a lie, only if it is about something nice, good, so that when one day it might be discovered, he or she you lied to would be very grateful to you. There’s almost no lie that’s not hiding something nasty. There’s almost no order that’s not containing something bad, something we don’t like. A lie, an order often brings unpleasantness with it.
When our children were small and we lived in tied living conditions, Oma used to give them the best, good parts of some special fruits if we were lucky some one presents us a pear, an apple or grapes as we can’t afford to buy them. Even a grape would still be cut and shared. Oma said she liked, prefered those parts that were still left as they were over ripe, “bonyok”, spoiled. So she lied and the children believed and were content.
Yet, that was a joy, a feast, a plus for us who were almost empty pursed, a minus for the rich as they never would have the chance to ever enjoy it. Oma was even happier in succeeding to make her children believe her lie.
But today there’s no need to lying anymore. Her children are grown up and relatively wealthy. Apples, pears, grapes are abundant, eating them is not extraordinary anymore.
But till today, your daddy almost half a century ago, still remembers your Oma, his mam. When he saw half rotten, spoiled pears, he still is so naïve to believe that’s what Oma liked. He bought it and sent it to us.
We laughed for his present of half rotten pears and our dear foolish son. I don’t know whether Oma apologised for her lie.
So told Opa Johan in his e mail to his granddaughter.
December 2009
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