Hugs for Truth

The kiddo's and I have been Blissfully Busy putting the MOST AWESOME Art History project together. I can't Wait to post the end result (and all subsequent end results) of our project....soon!.

In meantime, I wanted to pop in and share a lovely moment I had with those kiddo's mentioned above (the loves of my life!)

Sneak Preview

We were hanging out in our new 'art studio' setting up our 'Art History' project (I will not post pics of our 'art studio', because to-be-honest, it's not absolutely fabulous like a lot of art-spaces I see on other blogs, BUT, it's still a dedicated 'art' space, filled with lots of unorganized 'art stuff' in an area otherwise known as 'the stair landing')

SuperHero tray I made Z

I just so happened to look level into a cubby that contained a wooden tray I had decorated for my son a few holiday's ago,








and instead of marveling at my handiwork I had put in to the tray.........I GASPED at a nasty looking banana peel sitting inside the tray.

What doesn't belong?

I asked  ''Who put this here?''
Which was met with three responses of 'It Wasn't Me!'

hmf

I have to admit here that I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream
NOT because of the banana peel, but because of .............the lie

BUT, I managed to contain myself (I was in 'lovely momma' mood since witnessing that morning a pair of seagulls nesting on the roof next door had just hatched their babies.......and we LOVE our family of seagulls)

After asking again in a few sweet, but strategic, ways of 'who put that there?' followed with 'Not Me's
(yeh, sure, I should have not asked and simply put the peel in the rubbish and got on with things......BUT, I didn't)

I explained in a voice I use with my children often......that is the same voice I use with my friends, family and colleagues.....''I don't care about the banana peel. I am; however, upset that out of three of you, one is obviously not fessing up, and in this family, we tell the truth! because this world needs more people who tell the truth'
I stopped myself from lecturing (because I HATE lecturing!) and just said ''come on....Hugs for Truth. I've got big hugs for the truth''

Zephyr didn't hesitate to say ''well, I didn't put it in THERE, but I did put the peel above the tray, and somehow it fell in''.

(insert big hugs all around)

yeh, yeh...they were posing for this one

This moment I cherish, because, quite frankly, I had been feeling like 'mean mommy' for a few days thanks to some chronic foot pain combined with monthly-cycle-icky's.  I don't know how I managed to transcend it all, (because I certainly haven't read any parenting rule books), and probably the parenting rule books would poke holes............BUT, it was a lovely empowering moment.

Empowering my children to tell the truth.
Empowering my children with unconditional love.

Some may say that Truth hurts, but I think I may disagree.
I will; however, agree that the Truth will set you free :)