I love that you equate the small lies parents tell, with Hope (my capital H). Many times I wish I’d done the same, but I fear I was mostly brutally and specifically honest with my kids. I suppose I felt responsible to them to show them that the world is full of scary, frustrating and ugly moments; but our job as humans is to be (and look for) the Good and the Beautiful. My way was probably not always kind. Maybe a parent’s job is to keep them innocent as long as possible. My kids are young adults now. I’m still waiting to see how this plays out.