It is amazing how time flies. Seems like just yesterday my baby girl was born, and now she is a raging ball of energy. Within the last couple days we have been truly blessed by our daughter Trinity. She has begun to cuddle more, and she even made the sweetest sound on earth… she said, “momma.” The joy that simple word brings is amazing. I don’t have a whole lot of food for thought for you today, but I do want to challenge all parents out there to cherish every moment you have with your children.
I have really been struggling with this idea over the past few weeks,
“At what age do you tell your children the truth about Santa?”
I posted this thought on Facebook and Twitter the other day, and I received dozens of responses. Of course there were those who live in fairy tale land, and still believe in the mythical version of Santa at 45 years old. I bet they live in their parents basement. j/k 🙂 And there were those who were dogmatic about it, and said you shouldn’t have started to begin with. All these answers left me feeling like there has to be some balance. I want my child to have an imagination; I want him to challenge the norm and experience the extraordinary. I don’t want him to grow up closed minded, and so distant from reality that he is unable to function in society.
I asked myself “if I had it to do over again, would we have even started with Santa?” My answer is not of great importance because either way he believes. My biggest thing concerning the issue with the mythical version of Santa is Continue reading