I Told My Daughter a Little Lie

My daughter turned 16 last week.

Hard to believe I'm old enough to have a 16-year-old! Harder to believe that beautiful young lady used to be a babe in my arms. But she was.

So why, oh why, would I lie to my daughter???

Well, it goes like this:
Elizabeth had been wracking her brain, trying to come up with a fun party she could have for her sixteenth birthday. She is a planner and was coming up with all kinds of things. And then one day when I was on Facebook, one of her besties showed up in a chat-box.

Mrs. H, I need to talk to you.

In person? Or can we chat right here?

We can chat.

OK. What is it?

Mary and I are planning a surprise party for Elizabeth on the 14th, but she thinks she's having her own party on that day. We need you to tell her she can't.

Uh, OK.

We're going to pretend she's coming to Mary's for a sleep-over, but all her friends will be there for the party!

That sounds great. I'll come up with some excuse to put the kabosh on a party here that day.

OK. Thanks!

Ultimately, I told Elizabeth that Brian and I had a mandatory meeting we needed to attend the evening of the 14th so we couldn't be home to chaparone, and the party would have to be another day. Little miss persistent asked Grandma, one of our small group friends, and an adult-friend of hers if they could come chaparone the party. Funny thing is, none of them were available.
*Might have something to do with the fact that I got to them first! haha!*

So, for a while I was living in a lie, feeling a little sorry for allowing my daughter to feel disappointed about not having her party when she wanted to. But in the end, it was worth it!

I'm so thankful for her friends who love her enough to have made this special event for her. :-)