dilemma…

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Above is a photo of me with Santa! I was approximately the same age as my kids now. We were told that he exist, so we told our kids that he exist to continue the tradition. (that is if one can call this silly notion a ‘tradition’).  I can’t remember when I found out that this is just a fantasy….or how I felt way back then.

My little boy age 7 wrote to Santa yesterday. He asked for a ticket on a Cruise Ship to sail to the Caribbean Islands. A tall order! He also told me that he made a wish upon a star, but that he cannot tell me…oh boy – never has he kept anything secret from me, until now, because of Santa… and this mother doesn’t know if she can handle it!

This morning before school he told me that one of his friends said that there is no such thing as Santa and that one’s parents put the presents under the tree.  I answered him with a question asking him how he would feel if that is true…and he replied: “Sad”. So obviously I didn’t have the heart to break the news to him….just yet.

Why oh why did we start this lie! And how are we going to rectify it – because now dear friends we might lose a very important aspect in any relationship: trust.

(at this point I must also inform you that our kids also  believe in the tooth-fairy: although we call it the ‘tandmuis’ in Afrikaans, the easter bunny and that dragons exist!)

If you have any advice, please feel free to share!

 

 

 

Dear Santa….

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Dear Santa,

I think that I might not have been a very good mother this year.

I have lied.

I have told plenty of lies for example:

I told my 4year old boy that you exist.

You, the Easter bunny, and Jesus.

I told him that dragons exist and that I have one.  He asked me when will my dragon come and visit.  I replied that my dragon is very shy- which is another lie, since she visits me often in my dreams; but will only visit me.

Luckily he’s not old enough to tell him about the Tooth fairy.

I told him once that everything will be okay not sure myself if it would be.

I told him that I am saving for a farm and a tractor since he wants to become a farmer, meanwhile I am paying off my credit card debt.

I am still trying to figure out if these are proper lies.  When do a story/ fable/ legend/dream and a lie merge? The boundaries are very unclear at the moment.

In the meanwhile I have read about a book which I desire with all my heart- it is called: Mother Reader.

I have read bits and pieces of it via Google reader and found this inspiring piece written by Susan Griffin: (which I copied into my diary)

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(I would really like to read the rest.)

Maybe I should rewrite it a 100 times to make up for all the lies I have told.

Would that absolve me from my crime?

If so or if the above are not proper lies, could you please put this book in my Christmas stocking this year?

Kind regards

Hannalie Taute

p.s it will also prove to me that you exist and it will be one lie less.