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I was just remembering a little incident from my childhood. I was a young teenager; my mother had told me I needed to apologize for taking something (and my mother was very fussy about the form of apologies, it had to be “I’m sorry for doing X when I knew that X was wrong”). Trouble was I actually hadn’t taken anything, and I insisted on not apologizing because it would be a lie, though I eventually gave in.
I remember the incident partly because my mother recounted it with a bit of a laugh, that I’d used to think that I didn’t have to because I didn’t think it was right. You know that tone parents take when recounting some silly thing their children did? That was the one. It sort of bugs me…I think children should obey their parents, but also not lie. And it’s not like my mother was intentionally telling me to do something wrong - as far as she knew I was just being a rebellious kid and refusing to apologize.
I remember the incident partly because my mother recounted it with a bit of a laugh, that I’d used to think that I didn’t have to because I didn’t think it was right. You know that tone parents take when recounting some silly thing their children did? That was the one. It sort of bugs me…I think children should obey their parents, but also not lie. And it’s not like my mother was intentionally telling me to do something wrong - as far as she knew I was just being a rebellious kid and refusing to apologize.