Lying is one thing I truly can not stand. I must be able to trust you to really like you. I tell my kids it is always better to tell the truth when they have done something wrong than it is to lie. Today, I have a guest post from Leon Scott Baxter, the author of the newly released parenting book, Secrets of Safety-Net Parenting, and the founder of the website SafetyNetters.com. Leon shares with us a very personal piece on children lying and breaking the cycle. But to me, it is about so much more than dealing with lying in children. It is about dealing with ourselves and breaking the cycle of poor parenting or poor behavior. It is about rising above, which truly takes effort. It is very moving and each of us will probably learn something different from this article. In his words…
Causes of Children Lying
I teach third grade, and eight-year olds aren’t always the most honest. Some years, more than others, I’ll find dishonesty lurking behind the lunch boxes and backpacks. Every year there’s cheating. Some years, there’ll be stealing. But, most prevalent in the realm of dishonesty is children lying.
Why do Children Lie?
Kids lie. They mostly lie when they get caught doing something wrong, so they try to lie their way out of it. I find two tests with the exact same answers, obvious that one was copied from the other. Instead of fessing up, some of these young folks dig themselves deeper into their hole, denying the lying.
You might wonder how I can tell when a child is lying versus telling the truth. I have a lot of experience with lying kids, because I used to be one. I know all the tricks because I used them myself.
And, like my students who lie to avoid getting deeper into trouble, I would lie to my parents out of fear, fear of being hit. I wasn’t the perfect kid, so I would do wrong at times at school or at home, but I learned when I admitted my blunders, I would often be struck, so I learned to lie as a defense mechanism.
I remember being four-years old. My dad had struck me one evening, giving me a black eye. Although I had been hit plenty of times, a black eye was a very rare occurrence. So, when I went to preschool the following day everyone asked what had happened. I didn’t think much of it. I assumed all kids got hit, so I told the kids and adults who asked that my dad had hit me.
That evening when my dad returned from work, he asked me if I had told anyone that he had given me the black eye. I could tell from the look on his face that the truth could get me into trouble. I had learned that in situations like these, lying was the only possibility of avoiding another beating.
Problem was, being only four, I wasn’t adept yet at how to lie. So, instead of lying and saying I didn’t tell anyone he had blackened my eye, I lied about who I had told.
I never saw him raise his hand, but I did see his open palm right before it struck my cheek slamming my head against the wall. I was so scared I didn’t cry. My father looked down at me and asked, “Are you going to tell anyone about that?”
I shook my head, no.
Breaking The Cycle
I remember promising myself that I would never hit my children when I became a parent. There was no way I was going to impose that kind of fear on my own children.
Almost thirty years later, Riley, my firstborn was two and had been acting up, wouldn’t listen to the directions I gave her. So, I slapped her thigh. It wasn’t hard. I did it to get her attention. But, the moment I did, I knew I had made a huge mistake.
And, like me when my father slapped my head into the wall, Riley didn’t cry. She just looked at me…shocked. Then she asked, “Why you hit me, Daddy?”
No one had ever hit her before and she had been taught that we use words, that we don’t hit. I felt horrible. I felt guilty. And, I was mad at her for making me break my promise to myself. I answered, “Because you were disobeying.” And, before she could say anything more, I stormed out of the room.
It took a good twenty minutes before I came to grips with what I did. I came back to Riley and explained that what she did was wrong, but what I did was far worse, and I vowed to her that I would never strike her again…and I haven’t.
I feel fortunate that I was able to break the cycle of physical abuse. When I had struck Riley, I saw how easily cycles continue regardless of us knowing that our actions are wrong. What we learn from our parents when we are young very often becomes who and what we become when we become parents ourselves.
The reality is that we all have something that we want to avoid passing on to our children: debt, poor health, physical abuse, cheating on our partner, substance abuse, divorce, etc…
We need to do more than to tell our kids not to do it when they grow up. We need to figure out a way to start dealing with it while our children are young. We parents need to break the cycle so our children don’t inherit our vices because it’s terribly hard for them not to become us, their parents, when they have kids of their own.
Maybe the students who lie in my classroom learn it from their parents. Maybe they don’t. Either way we need to model in ourselves honesty, and if we are not, it’s not too late to change that and reverse that cycle, but it starts with us and what we do more so than what we say.