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I guess technically the title is only 2/3 true, two of my three children no longer believe in Santa. I knew it would happen, I am often surprised it didn't happen sooner or I am beginning to realize, maybe it did.
I usually don't discuss or do Christmas before Thanksgiving, poor neglected Thanksgiving, but my mama heart is kind of in shock and mourning a bit.
Yesterday Alex and I were doing a puzzle, I love puzzles especially the Eric Dowdle puzzles, I have a closet full of them. We picked out a Christmas one. While we were doing the puzzle I began singing 'Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer', of all the Christmas songs I had to pick that one. "Is that true?" Alex asked.
"No of course not, it's just a silly song." I replied.
Then it came, the dreaded question, the question most parents half hope will never be asked.
"Is Santa Real?"
All three of my kids were in the room, including my youngest only 6-years-old; I didn't want the magic to be ruined for him, not yet. Just yesterday he believed his sister was really able to teleport things in a "machine" powered by him running around the house. I wanted that innocence to remain just a little longer.
"What do you believe?" I replied, feeling a twinge of guilt.
"Santa is real." My 12-year-old interjected..... followed by a big wink towards his sister.
He knows, and now so does she.
|Back when Santa came to Alex's preschool and she did believe|
Only my 6-year-old still fully believes.
This has been a transition year for me, my oldest starting middle school and leaving Primary and going into the teenage youth program at church, my youngest now being in school all day. While I truly am happy with life right now, there are definitely little moments that make me mourn for some of the little moments of the past.
Now I am unsure what to do. Do I take her aside and talk with her about it, talk with my oldest find out when he stopped believing? Or do I just let it go, knowing they are allowing their brother to believe just a little longer. I think my mama heart doesn't really want to know and accept that they no longer believe.
Can't I just live in denial?
Do your kids still believe? When or how did you talk with them about it if they don't?