tm218 - Lies our parents tell us
(ooc: Okay, this is where I fix things. Some who know me know I like to throw my own cannon into characters that aren't given much for me to go on. And yes, it's now caught up to me. Since Cold Case finally decided to give us more on Kat, right after I'd committed to a past story line...this is me writing my way out of it. Go with it. Follows 513 - Spiders. No spoilers other than Kat-past stuff.)
Growing up my Mom didn't lie to me. Not that I know of at least. She always told me how it was. She still does that today. I think that's a good way to be a parent, not to lie. Not make your child believe something just because...they are a child.
Guess I'm calling myself a bad parent.
Doesn't matter. You start a lie to your kid trying to make them feel better about something. You don't want your kid to be sad or scared or anything but happy. So you start it off small. Then it gets bigger, and it doesn't go away.
When Veronica started asking about her father years ago, I didn't know what to tell her. She wasn't happy anymore with me telling her she didn't have a Daddy and we did things just fine on our own. No...she wanted to know. So I told her all about Gregory. Took out his Academy photo, his badge, and the article with photo that had run in the paper when he died. I told her how her Daddy was a cop, like Mama, and he was strong and brave and handsome. I told her how he died. I told her that I loved him more than anything else. And none of that was a lie. Except for the fact that...Gregory hadn't been her father. Gregory was gone a long time before.
I wanted so much for her to believe he was her Daddy. She did. She had this image of her father being a wonderful man, but a fallen hero. He was someone she could be proud of.
He wasn't a man that her Mom met during the undercover days in Narcotics. He wasn't a man that had been in jail his daughters whole life.
Of course I always knew the lie wouldn't last. She'd figure it out, I'd tell her, her Gran would tell her...I wasn't really thinking about the day he'd get out of jail and want to meet her.
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Growing up my Mom didn't lie to me. Not that I know of at least. She always told me how it was. She still does that today. I think that's a good way to be a parent, not to lie. Not make your child believe something just because...they are a child.
Guess I'm calling myself a bad parent.
Doesn't matter. You start a lie to your kid trying to make them feel better about something. You don't want your kid to be sad or scared or anything but happy. So you start it off small. Then it gets bigger, and it doesn't go away.
When Veronica started asking about her father years ago, I didn't know what to tell her. She wasn't happy anymore with me telling her she didn't have a Daddy and we did things just fine on our own. No...she wanted to know. So I told her all about Gregory. Took out his Academy photo, his badge, and the article with photo that had run in the paper when he died. I told her how her Daddy was a cop, like Mama, and he was strong and brave and handsome. I told her how he died. I told her that I loved him more than anything else. And none of that was a lie. Except for the fact that...Gregory hadn't been her father. Gregory was gone a long time before.
I wanted so much for her to believe he was her Daddy. She did. She had this image of her father being a wonderful man, but a fallen hero. He was someone she could be proud of.
He wasn't a man that her Mom met during the undercover days in Narcotics. He wasn't a man that had been in jail his daughters whole life.
Of course I always knew the lie wouldn't last. She'd figure it out, I'd tell her, her Gran would tell her...I wasn't really thinking about the day he'd get out of jail and want to meet her.
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