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When I was 10 and in 4th grade, my classmates teased me relentlessly because I still believed in Santa Claus. I went home, crying, and I begged my parents to tell me the truth. My mom took me into her room and closed the door, and I believed she was finally going to tell me the truth, but instead all she did was ask me to help her wrap presents. Not a word was said about Santa.

Looking back now, I realize she corralled me in her room to keep me away from my brother and sister. She didn't want me to ruin it for them.

But yet, she never told me the truth. And to this day, my parents have still never told me the truth. Obviously I know the truth, but there's a part of me that's still hurt that they never told me.

Is that dumb of me? I don't know.

Personally, I think when a child starts asking, it's time to come clean. Yet on the other hand, your story is sweet and I'm glad you could prolong Cassandre's innocence for just a little while longer.


You know what? The fairies we all believe in are direct results of our parents wanting us to believe in farity tales, faires, clause and easter bunnies. It's part of our heritage of youth. Thought I don't believe in fariies anymore, other than the ones that fly around my yard and keep my flowers in bloom and fruits trees in bud, but I still to this day, spend one or more moments under the tree at chrsitmas, laying on my back, looking up throught the twinkling ornaments and I then know that Santa was and is real. Just as your daugther does with the tooth fariy now. :) Thanks for sharing this. You took me to a place I needed to go today! Many thanks!


It can bea tough call to figure out when a kid is testing an idea with a question, and when they really want to know the truth. Last year, Cassandre sincerely wanted to know the truth about Santa so I told her, making her promise not to tell her little sister.
Now, she had asked me several times before whether santa was real, but I could tell she was still wanting to believe he was real and I wanted to preserve the magic for her. When she declared that she was ready,I told her the truth.


One of the hardest things for me as a parent is to see my children lose their faith in magic. It happens gradually over time, but it's inevitable.
When you are little everything is magical, bubble wrap, toasters, blue sky andballoon animals. And then you grow up and you learn how things work and you start to understand "the truth" about things. While this is necessary, it's also heartbreaking.
Kids these days grow up so fast with TV and internet and hip hop music, it feels important to me to try to preserve the little bits of magic when I can.


I totally agree. In the process of being "rational" and "honest" with our kids, we have removed the element of fantasy and magic from their imagination. Pretty sad, actually.


You, as a parent, can ALWAYS give them a little magic, And they'll welcome it again after they get out of their teens, though. That's where the magic comes from. Our Mothers and Fathers. (Those memories of things that only Mom orDadcan do - that's magic. :) Peace to all Parents out there. Many times, children are left with realities that are truly sad with bad parents so kudos to you!

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