My Mom inherited this very same honesty gene. I’ve never had to wonder what my Mom thinks about things. A couple of months after the birth of one of my babies she came for a visit. During her stay I put on a bright blue blouse rather than my normal t-shirt uniform, knowing she would like it. And notice it she did. “Esther,” says she, “that is a beautiful color, but I hadn’t even noticed you had such a big stomach until you put on that shirt!” Ha. Ha! Mom, bless her. She truly was just trying to help me out.
Soon after that she was walking by me at church when she said, “Esther, in that dress no one would know you had any rolls!” The shock on my face and the laughter that followed totally took her off guard. She was just giving me a compliment, after all. In her defense I had probably been complaining about those rolls she was referring to, but I got a kick out of it.