Last weekend, while  our two year old grandson was visiting us, he asked me to put on his favorite Mickey Mouse DVD.

I left him in our bedroom and carried on with the washing. While I was busy hanging up the clothes, I thought to myself, what a good little boy he is. The only noise that came out of that room was the sounds of the Disney characters doing what they do best, to entertain children. Well, that was what I thought.

After a while I went to check up on him. Surprise, surprise. He was not on my bed where I had left him a few minutes ago. Our bedroom greeted me with the evidence of a little boy, exploring and indulging into the treasures that he found in his grandmother’s room.

My Lindt bunny was broken into pieces, some of the pieces missing, maybe a sugar rush will follow? My make-up drawer was in a mess and urgently needed a make over, the eyeshadow kit will never be the same again. My vintage cars were lined up, ready to take off, and a little boy was watching his ouma Z,  he could sense my disappointment in what he had done.

I asked him “who was responsible for the havoc in this room?”  He looked me straight in the eye and said “naughty me, ouma”.  I wanted to kiss those sweet, honest, little lips of his.

I realized, he is not afraid of me. People lie because of fear. He is honest, he did not try to hide away his deeds. He was brave to admit that he was naughty, ready to face the consequences.

The lesson I learned was,  when we live in honestly, we never have to hide our deeds. We don’t need to live in fear but we need to admit when we make mistakes and face the consequences.

Love conquers all.