Yes. I recently bold faced lied to my mother. Fingers
crossed. Hoping I get away with it.
It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving when I was driving
her to the Springfield, MA train station. She asked if I was going to let her
buy me dinner in Staten Island. My first
reaction was confusion. I’m not going to Staten Island. But I had to quickly
mask the confusion. The story she believed was that after my nephew’s birthday
party in Staten Island, the immediate family would head out to celebrate her
birthday. Normally she wouldn’t care about her own birthday, but this was more
of a milestone year.
What?
After the party in Staten Island, you’re going to let me buy
you dinner?
The lie:
Well, not dinner. It’s a Sunday and a school night. We can’t
go out for dinner and leave at 7 or 8. We’ll get home at 10 or 11. After the
party we’ll all go out. But we’ll do it before dinner time.
She seemed ok with that. There were some variations on that
lie in phone conversations too.
In reality, on Saturday my brother Mike would go to her
condo in Connecticut so he could “drive her” to Staten Island Sunday morning.
But when they went out to dinner Saturday night, the rest of the family including
all 3 of her grandchildren would already be at the restaurant to celebrate her
birthday. SURPRISE!
The birthday party was a great time. Our lies were forgiven.
And then Sunday morning we had a little birthday brunch for my nephew since all
the travel plans to Staten Island for his birthday were a hoax.
Happy Birthday, Mom. I hope you enjoyed your fifty second 29th
birthday.
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