Kids are authentic. There are no facades, no false pretences. They are kids; playing, learning, and often putting their foot in mouth. They laugh loud and uncontrollably. They cry when necessary, and sometimes when it’s not. They are true to their emotions and honest in their interactions with other people.
There is a sincerity and honesty in my children that I hope they carry with them into adulthood. My daughter is true to her spark in every way while my son is authentic in his sensitive and thoughtful nature. Their actions are transparent and it’s in their transparency that I see their authenticity.
As their mother, I want to encourage and honour their true identities, but, that doesn’t mean I will allow my daughter to say hurtful things to another child, or adult, because her spunk can be challenging to reign in. Nor, will I let my son’s confidence cross the line into arrogance just because he might be acting in a manner true to how he feels in that moment.
It seems the older we get, the better we become at masking our intentions and playing to our audience, making it difficult for people to see who we really are. I’ve also noticed lately that some people are too quick to excuse mean behaviour, claiming they didn’t do anything wrong: ‘That’s just me. Take it or leave it.’
I know there is some truth in that last sentiment – we are only in control of our own actions and behaviours, but, still, I’m having an increasingly hard time putting up with cruelty under the guise of authenticity.