It’s pretending I am sad too when tears a size of chicken poo are falling of my 11 year old daughter’s cheek in the elevator coming down from the dentist appointment because she just pulled out a molar with two strands of roots still remaining and she can’t eat anything at the Christmas party.

it’s pretending that I am so proud of her when she brings back a C+ for the math test and say what’s important is that she knows the material and the things she got wrong are super minor things that don’t do much to change life.

Remember first time you learned about a concept of a white lie and we had to think about whether white lies are good or bad? I couldn’t choose either side then, and now I know.