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Thursday, April 14, 2011

I cannot tell a lie

K, my 4 year old, has discovered lying. At his age, I count my blessings every time he lies…and then I teach him why we do not lie. Why do I count my blessings? Here’s why:

As many of you know, my older brother is autistic. When he was younger, he told a lie for the first time and my parents were worried enough that they mentioned it to the pediatrician. The pediatrician was quick to respond with something like “count your blessings!” and their jaws dropped. My parents then learned that normal children learn to lie…it’s part or their development, and the fact that my autistic brother was learning to lie, was a very good sign. It was a perfectly normal thing to do.

Growing up, I always feared that my own children would have learning disabilities (what if it’s genetic?!, etc). Every time my boys hit a milestone or learn something new I am beyond thrilled because it’s another sign to me that it’s going to be ok.

Having my 4 year old lie to me? That’s a finer thing in life!


  1. Hi from your newest fan...Thanks for stopping by my blog page.♥
    Sincerely Rachel

  2. It "truly" is ... ;)

    Also a fan of yours! :) Heather

  3. I never thought of it that way. That is very true.

    While Autism may not be genetic, there are other "causing" factors that might be. Just a though. If you follow the link to this post on one of my blogs MMUW, http://melaniesmethodicalmusings.blogspot.com/p/mthfr.html
    you can read a little about what I am talking about.