When I was 7 years old I watched the movie ‘Bedknobs and Broomsticks’. Part of the storyline is where they have a magical bed that flies away. Some part of my fanciful personality decided to tell all of my little school friends that my parent’s bed was indeed going to do the same thing. I was extremely convinced that this would happen and invited at least 6 girls to come over to fly around the city with me. Jeez, as I write this I’m really concerned about the grasp I had on reality!
That evening, my parents received a series of concerned phone calls from other parents saying that I should get control of my overactive imagination. Let’s just say I was convinced it could fly! I think Mum and Dad felt really embarrassed and possibly didn’t handle it in the best way.
I’ve always believed in magic, levitation and other ethereal concepts. It’s just the way I’m wired. But for some reason I was getting huge significance from fabricating a story that wasn’t true. I don’t think I even did it consciously.
Did I need more attention from my parents? Maybe. I’m not sure. But what I do know is that this story is one of the most humiliating memories from my childhood. If I was going to lie, I should have at least chosen something much more realistic and believable.
This brings me to the events of this morning…
Today, Olivia’s teacher pulled me aside and asked if I was indeed going to Egypt for the school holidays. WTF?
I felt my heart sink. The class had even plotted out where she would be visiting. My little Olivia is trying to impress people by telling lies and exaggerating the truth.
The first thing I’ve done is Google the reasons why children do this. Apparently, it’s perfectly normal as they are testing the boundaries. However, on another level they are seeking approval.
One article writes:
Exaggerated stories that involve bragging can be a child’s way of getting admiration or respect from others. If this is happening often, you might want to consider using more praise to boost your child’s self-esteem.”
Insert sad trombone noise here. Wah,wah.
I do praise Olivia all the time. I don’t want my six-year-old to feel the need to exaggerate just to get attention. I want her to feel calm, safe and secure in who she is. Am I doing something wrong?
So right now, as I write this post, I am feeling like the world’s crappiest mother. Scummy Mummy.
I don’t want Olivia to go through the same emotion pain and distress I went through. And it is painful.
The energy of knowing that you’re not telling the truth is toxic. It does rotten stuff to your body.
So my questions to you, if you’re reading this today is: What can I do to make this okay? How do I approach this situation? How do I bring consciousness to the solution?
I’d love to hear your thoughts below in the comments section if you have any ideas or have been through this yourself. xx