UniqueRaven
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Joined: 9/30/2009 From: Austin, TX Status: offline
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I think I'll interject here with a point that hasn't been made yet - which is: it also depends upon the child. When my daughter was born, I envisioned a childhood with her made up of Disney fairytales, princess dresses, myths and dragons, magic and mystery unfolding...which included the tales of Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. I did everything to perpetuate the stories of Santa for her...I set out the cookies, threw oats out for the reindeer, told tales of the North Pole and the elves, the magical Christmas Star...the whole bit. She was having none of it. She figured out that Santa wasn't real before age 5 (I have no idea how, other than her own factual analysis). Yes, she's one of those kids that actually slept by the tree all night at age 4 to see if Santa actually came - she was having nothing of the stories. And she figured it out - because she needed to. I remember when she came to me and said, "Mom, you and Dad are Santa Claus, aren't you? And you're the tooth fairy, too." She was 5. Yes, 5. And I hesitated, wanting so badly to say, "Oh no sweetie, Santa is real!" But then I remembered at age 8 when one of my friends told me that Santa was my parents, and how I argued, that "NO, Santa is real!" and then when I found out later I felt SO embarrased and stupid for defending a myth. So I told my daughter the truth (which was what she wanted), factually, why we believe in Santa, the meaning of Christmas, the whole tale. And she got it. I also told her that many of her friends would believe in Santa for many more years, and not to ruin the story for anyone else. And she never did. Reality is that once she knew the truth, she appreciated Santa even more. She is a kind, caring, empathic soul who is firmly grounded in reality - even though she knows that there are forces in the Universe that we'll never truly understand. She's at peace with it all. And I've learned more from her over the years than I ever thought I would - even if she never did wear the princess dresses I bought her. Oh, and she never wanted me to "Kiss her booboo and make it better"either - she wanted a bandaid (and she knew where to find them). And then she wanted a hug. But she never confused the "making a booboo better" with being consoled and loved. My daughter has always been - and always will be, a critical thinker who values information above fantasy. And I was the one who had to adapt to fulfill her needs - not my own. She is now almost 12 years old, and she is amazing. People tell me all the time how smart, funny, outgoing, and wise she is for her age - and of course I'm very, very proud of her. Each child is different. Each home is different. Each heart is different, and each mind and soul is different. To make a blanket statement of the usefulness of childhood fantasies and fictional characters for all children is silly, in my book. Children are on their own individual journies in life, just like we all are. I think the best we can do is let them know that they are loved, safe, and that the world is a wonderful place - and give them the tools to make it so.
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"My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?" ~Snoopy (Charles Schultz) My blog is at http://takinghishand.wordpress.com
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