Be Honest…

While I was visiting family in the States, my dad suffered a high ankle sprain. 

He was at times a needy patient, cranky at his immobility and unable to participate in family outings. 

One day, at my wits end, I texted my brother and confessed that my dad was driving me nuts. 

On my last night in the States, recalling the admission made me smile. 

It was a great trip, the frustration notwithstanding. But I also found it so freeing to be able to admit that my family drove me a little bit crazy. 

The admission didn’t derail the trip. 

It didn’t cause resentments or hurt words. 

Because the source of the frustration was linked to an out of the ordinary accident and subsequent injury, we were able to look at the situation objectively. 

Perhaps this meant so much to me because the simple feat of objectively stating the truth is so difficult today. Either way, there’s a power in telling the truth, (potentially) hurt feelings be damned.