You see, last night, I caught her in a lie. A lie to me, a lie to herself, and a lie to God. Each year, my mother gives up sweets (in general) for Lent. Every year, no question about it. This is difficult for a few reasons. The first being that she would rather eat sweets than anything else in the world. She hides them several different places in the house, at work, and in the car. Also, Lent, every year, falls on both of our birthdays. That means passing up cake and ice cream for both of our birthdays throughout the years. She really does a good job controlling herself too. I can't remember a time I have seen her slip.
Then, came last night. My aunt and uncle came to visit from Connecticut and we all went out to dinner. Refusing dessert at the restaurant, my mother thought it necessary to stop on the way home and pick up some cake and ice cream so that we could have some dessert at home.
Me, I had no cake. Just ice cream. I, knowing my extreme weakness, gave up all sweets minus ice cream for Lent. My mother, go figure, told me that that was acceptable. Her plate, on the hand, was loaded with a piece of cake and a giant scoop of ice cream.
Being the supportive daughter that I am, I wanted to be sure of what she had given up for Lent, so I asked her: "And what did you give up for Lent this year?"
I knew the answer. It's always the same, and she had reiterated that on Ash Wednesday. Tonight, though, her guilt got the best of her, so she straight up lied: "I gave up chocolate candy!" She said it very enthusiastically as if she were fooling anybody.
I guess that should make me feel better about deciding that on Jeff's birthday, I did not need to abide by my only ice cream as sweets rule. For, I weakened last week when I made him a beautiful and delicious cookie cake.
But, hey, at least I fessed up to it. No lying to good for this girl!
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