Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Let the truth be told

Although we’re taught as children to always tell the truth, sometimes we find ourselves in positions where to tell the truth will be embarrassing for us. If you’ve ever been caught in a lie, as I have, you know how more embarrassing and humiliating it is when the truth does come out.

During the summers while I was in college I worked as a clerk at an investment bank on Wall Street. One day my boss asked me to look for a certain misplaced file. I checked everywhere except in one particular drawer. When my boss returned and asked if I’d found the file, I said no. And when he asked if I’d searched in that certain drawer, to save face I lied and said yes I did. He was sure it must be there so he looked and, you guessed it, there it was. I was ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated. But I also learned a lesson which has stayed with me all these years.

It can be hard to tell the truth but as certain politicians are learning, it’s better to be known for your mistakes and misdeeds than as a liar and someone in whom your constituents and colleagues cannot place their trust.

Sir Walter Scott said it best: “Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.”

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Happy Birthday, Ian!

John, Maeve and Ian 2010 at Holmdel Park
Ian is six years old today. I have a hard time remembering when my own Patricia, Jimmy and John were that age so I’m reveling in my grandson’s wonderful personality - smart, funny and endearing. He’s the boy who never fails to run up and give me a hug and a kiss. The boy who remembers my sister, “Nan-a-honey” who’s “the best grandma in Heaven.” (“I hope she has friends there and I hope Jesus likes her.”)   I get co-star billing because I’m the best grandma on earth.

When I moved from Albany three years ago - after twice-monthly trips down the Thruway - I never imagined that I would gain such joy from being nearby Ian and Maeve. Now I attend Ian’s T-ball games and Maeve’s softball games, watch them both learn to swim, go to Maeve’s piano recital, play restaurant with them, and be amazed at Ian’s dexterity with the Wii Lego Stars Wars games.

Ian’s completing kindergarten and has started to read. Maeve, who is seven years old, I am pleased to say, is a reader, too. Recently she said she’d like to be a writer someday. See if you don’t agree that she’s got talent. Recently we had a conversation about books and how it helps to go back a few pages to refresh your memory if you’ve not picked up your book in a while. Maeve thought this was a good idea because “it’s very dusty in the back of your mind.”

I wish I’d written down all the wonderful things my three children had said way back when. But the busyness of everyday life often gets in the way. Now, however, Maeve and Ian have given me another chance to enjoy the words of children.