Secrets

Do you keep secrets? I'm not asking whether or not you gossip, whether you hear it or speak it. I'm talking about keeping things from loved ones to spare them from what you perceive as "too stressful." Protecting them.

Here is an example: In the 11th week of my 4th pregnancy, we found out the baby had died. I was about to miscarry. We were devastated. The very same day we received this devastating news, my father-in-law was having heart surgery. When my mother-in-law phoned to tell us about how things went, I put on a cheerful voice and carried on as if everything was fine. I was thankful she didn't ask how I was feeling. I don't think I could have lied. But I still felt dishonest. I felt the same way talking with my sister-in-laws.

In the back of my mind, I imagined being in my mother-in-law's shoes. Her husband had undergone major heart surgery. If this was me, and one of my daughters happened to experience the loss of a child in utero, would I want to know? My answer? Absolutely! I would be heartbroken if my daughter had been afraid to tell me. But Michael thought it best to not tell his family at that time. I figured he knew them better than I did. I mentioned it to my own mom, who let me know that she would want to know and felt it was wrong of me to keep it from them.

I had my answer a few weeks later. When we finally shared the news that there would not be another grandbaby in 6 months, my mother-in-law thanked me for NOT telling her when it happened. So Michael was right. He knew his parents much better than I did.

I mentioned this to my children the other day. I figured I should let them know that in any situation that I could imagine, I did NOT want them keeping secrets from me. I told them I did not feel like anything would be too stressful. I would be disappointed if they did not share something that I could be praying for them. I would not get stressed about a situation, but I could certainly intercede with the Father for them. And I'd be hurt if they did not share what they were going through with me. My oldest, Christina said, "you mean, like when I didn't tell you right away that Ethan had pneuomonia?" Ouch!

Yes, that was exactly what I meant. I told her that I would have appreciated her telling me. If she was afraid I'd run down there to be with them, she could say, "I don't want you here, but you can be praying." She said that the reason she didn't tell me right away is because she DID need help. She was afraid she would tell me she really needed me to come down and that I would feel obligated and do it no matter what.

I let her know that I was capable of making critical decisions. That there was the chance I might have had to tell her "no, I can't come down to help right now." (yeah right) but that I would have appreciated being able to make that decision. So hopefully, I have that straight with my own children.

But I hate keeping secrets.