Telling The Truth About Santa (And It Feels So Good)
I wrote this whole blog post about how I stress out every year perpetuating the Santa myth for my kids. I hate lying, and I feel so much pressure trying to guess what they want and feeling horrible if they're disappointed.
So when Zach asked me today if parents actually stay up and put the presents in the stockings, I was ecstatic. I asked him at least three times, "Well, what do you think?" I was trying to give him a chance to keep believing in Santa if that's what he wanted. He decided he was ready for the truth.
I think he was as relieved as I was. He's been so stressed out that Santa wouldn't be able to find us at my in-laws' house, where we'll be staying for Christmas.
I was so tempted to tell him earlier, mostly because it was more convenient and comfortable for me, but I'm really glad I waited until he was ready.
I feel proud I held out against the temptation and pleased that he felt empowered to make the choice himself. I feel so grateful to be able to help Zach choose his Christmas gift together without that meddlesome jiggling middleman.
Zach is so sweet. Even though he knows the truth about the Tooth Fairy and Santa, he says he'll still pretend for Kaylee's sake.
I thought I might feel sad when Zach stopped believing in Santa Claus because he would have lost some innocence, but I feel only gratitude and a strengthening of our relationship, which are the best gifts I could have imagined.
Do you dread or look forward to your kids learning the truth about Santa?