Life presents us with multiple truths. Mine. Yours. Theirs. Every experience we share has a different truth as we see it.
My glass is half full. Yours is half empty.
Truth is relative. To know the truth of that all you have to do is talk to a child.
When we talk, the truth she tells me is her truth. They aren't lies she speaks. They aren't meant to be. She doesn't try to trick me. She just speaks her truth. Sometimes it is the truth as she sees it. Sometimes it is the truth as she would like it to be.
I need my vitamins she says to me.
I saw your daddy give you two vitamins this morning I say back to her.
My daddy said I could have one more she promptly answers back.
You need to put your pajamas on I tell her.
I want to sleep in a dress tonight she tells me.
No, you can wear your pjs I reply.
My daddy said I could sleep in a dress tonight she counters.
Did he really say that? No. Does she wish he had? Yes. And for her, at three-almost four, that is truth enough.