Over the last couple of years our holidays seem to revolve around gifts and fictional characters more than the reason we’re celebrating the holiday. So this past weekend Josh and I made the terrifying decision to disclose the truth.
Our children were about to find out that mom and dad put Easter baskets together, we wrap presents from Santa, we place dollar bills under their pillows in exchange for a lost tooth.
Three out of the four shrugged it off and said “okay”. That was it. It was as if they already knew and this was no surprise to them.
But the fourth one… The oldest even, well, she packed enough tears and screaming into the devastating truth to make up for the lack of response from the other three.
“The Easter bunny is real!!!”
“I don’t want to stop believing!”
“You can’t stop me from believing.”
“You and the Easter bunny are going to hide Easter eggs.”
Finally we agreed to disagree. She could believe if she wanted but I was done pretending. She would still receive gifts but from this point forward we would discuss what holidays were really about and they are NOT about fictional beings.
And then this morning happened. Our children walked outside to frost on the ground and beautiful ice designs on my windshield.
“Look! Look! Jack Frost came! He definitely exists. I believe in him.”
And just like that, Melanie joined ranks with Elizabeth.
They’re going to believe.
No matter what we say.
I’m not sure how I feel about this.
But hey, at least I don’t have to keep up with the charades. And in thirty years, when they have decided that they’re tired of late nights to preserve a fantasy, I’ll hand this blog to them.