I Should Lie More To My Kids
Yes, you read that correctly… MORE. If you know me at all, you know that I’m usually joking. However, this is one time that I’m being totally serious.
I don’t write a lot about our parenting styles because the more I read, the more I realize that we (and I use the term “we” loosely, I really should just say “I”) are a “bit different”.
When I was growing up, Santa Claus was real. If you were good all year long or at least for a period of time that exceeded your parents ability to get a refund then you would wake up December 25 to something special under the tree.
We don’t have a chimney and have never had a Christmas tree so to be fair to Santa, he wouldn’t have anywhere to put his presents. One reason why we don’t have a tree is because we leave the country in early December (not to return until April) and it’s not the culture to put up trees in Mexico. If you want the second reason then you can read my post titled my non-traditional holiday tradition. I told you I was different.
Last year, I decided that I needed to tell The Kids some story about Santa. If only to save their peers from the devastation of finding out that he didn’t exist. So I came up with my first lie.
Santa Claus brings toys to those in need.
Yes, that’s my lie and I can sleep well at night. You see, The Kids receive 3,561 toys throughout the year and their birthday is in December so they really don’t need more stuff that I’ll just trip over. Besides, I’m not really sure of the history of Santa Claus but personally, I find it a very commercial occasion. And so goes the way of the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Valentines Day, Parents Day and the list goes on.
My poor kids.
We’re going to the “Walking with the Dinosaurs” show next week and for 30 seconds I was worried that being only four years old, The Kids might be scared of these big lumbering beasts, But then I remembered that they know that Dinosaurs don’t exist and neither do dragons, ghost or goblins.
Is there some manual somewhere that references the need for kids to believe in hocus pocus to grow up “normal”? I put the term “normal” in quotes because we all know that genetics plays a part and well, I am their Mother.
My poor kids.
Artemis truly believes that she’ll be a princess when she grows up. I have yet to educate her on the statistics associated with that dream. Maybe I’ll just lie and tell her that I’m a Queen so that means that she’s a Princess. I can live with that.