<p>IMHO, there is a difference between being lied to and not having every tiny thing disclosed to you (when you didn’t ask to begin with). </p>
<p>Like many others here, I do not ask for full disclosure from my older kids in terms of every tiny aspect of their personal lives. Their records of personal conduct have been such that I absolutely trust my children to act in proper and ethically upright ways, so I don’t worry about some little stuff, and I don’t tend to “pry.”</p>
<p>Through a rather unique set of circumstances, I have glimpses into my older children’s lives that many do not have. For example, my oldest son’s gf (he’s a college soph out of state) is my oldest D’s best friend, <em>and</em> we have five children younger than he, so for better or for worse, not much goes by that doesn’t eventually get back to me, one way or the other, even if I <em>don’t</em> ask. ;)</p>
<p>Also, I am a touchstone/advisor/mentor for a couple of oldest S’s friends (older daughters’ too), so I get an unusually candid view of college and h.s. life (including personal areas such as alcohol usage and sex lives) that, again , not everyone is privy to (and yes, I have been made to <em>blush</em> on more than one occasion!). </p>
<p>The <em>really</em> weird thing about it is that I do not ask questions, except in the general. There is something about my personality that makes people just open up to me. On more than one occasion I have walked out of a store with a cashier’s phone number because she found me “easy to talk to.” </p>
<p>This is not a recently developed thing, but something that has always been a part of my life, so though <em>I</em> am not surprised by it anymore, many others around me <em>are</em>, and often I get accused of “thinking I know” more about my kids’ lives and the lives of others than I actually do, when the fact is, I actually <em>do</em> know a great, great deal, even when I MYOB, which is always.</p>
<p>All that said (and because I <strong><em>DO</em></strong> have this intimate type of knowledge of the lives of college students), I do not consider my children or the children of anyone else immune from making a stupid, youthful decision. Fact is, none of us is assured of anything, so all we can do is let our children know we believe in them.</p>
<p>It is precisely this BELIEF in my children, this trust, that keeps them on an invisible tether with all of the strength of a wisp of cotton candy. They KNOW I believe in them, have never denied them genuine “from the heart” trust, and for some odd reason, they simply do not want to disappoint me, at least so far.</p>
<p>~berurah, mother of six kids, <em>all</em> of whom I trust completely :)</p>