It's week #72 of 'The Writers' Post Blog Hop and I, me, Mimi am your hostess with the mostess!
My prompt for this week is HONESTY. Pure honesty. The honesty of a child.
I spend a lot of time with my grandsons. I watch how they play with other children and I watch how they interact with adults and I'm amazed at their level of honesty. I remember thinking, I'm going to watch these little guys closely because I want to see when the "filters" come on. I not only wanted to see at what age the purest form of honesty stops and the "other" honesty takes over, I wanted to see who was responsible.
You know that "other" honesty, it's the honesty that keeps you - not me - from telling your sister or your friend that she's a little "fluffy" and maybe wearing a bright red dress isn't the best idea because it makes her look like she's auditioning for the remake of "Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes." The honesty that makes you - not me - say, "Oh that's okay that you borrowed my "Notebook" DVD and never returned it or worse, returned it with a cracked case and scratched DVD!" That honesty that makes you - not me - say, "Your hair looks fantastic and those inch long bangs really frame your face well!" - That honesty. The polite honesty. The honesty that causes pause.
"I don't want to hurt your feelings, what I'm about to say may not be politically correct, oh if I say that Billy might hate me or Susie might not be my friend."
The honesty that is imposed upon us as children by our parents and other adults who, because of their parents and the adults in their lives, have dictated down through the generations what is appropriate to say and what is not. Sadly, we in turn have done the same to our children and now our children are doing it to our grandchildren.
I am slowly seeing that "polite honesty" come out in my grandsons and it makes me sad in a way and proud in another. I miss my lit'l guys jumping up from a game and announcing to the entire room, "Hang on! I gotta' go pee!" I miss them saying, "Uncle B, your armpits smell like tacos!" And I miss taking them out for breakfast and having them point and say, "Mimi, look at that lady's hair, it's orange!" On the flip side, I'm proud of the little gentlemen they are becoming. I suppose it's just part of growing up but does it have to be?
I've often thought how wonderful it would be if everyone had to spend one whole day being as honest as a child, which is not the same as spending one whole day without lying because little ones tell fibs but fibs aside, to spend one whole day with no filters on our mouths speaking with the honesty of a child. Could you do it? Would you do it? What do think the outcome would be? Do you fear the outcome??
With pure honesty, the honesty of a child, say one thing today. I double dog dare you!
That's my prompt my bloggee pals. HONESTY, pure honesty. The honesty of a child.
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