UniqueRaven
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Joined: 9/30/2009 From: Austin, TX Status: offline
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I remember when I was sleeping over at a friend's house when I was 8 (9?) when we having the usual lights-out-sleeping-bags-talk that girls have, and somehow we started talking about Santa. My friend laughed at me and said, "You know Santa's not real, right?" I became really defensive and indignant and insisted that "Santa is real! " (I really believed it) and my friend laughed at me. Later when I found out the truth, I was mad at my parents. They had let me believe a myth for too long, and I had made a fool of my self for defending something that wasn't true. But I never talked with them about it (we never talked about such things) and I just got over it. My Mother still gives us gifts from Santa to this day - I think with her childhood (she grew up dirt, dirt poor), she really wants to believe that Santa is real (a coping mechanism from her childhood) and never has wanted to let that belief go. Fast forward to when - as I mentioned a few posts back - my critical thinker of a daughter figured out at 5 that Santa isn't real, and confronted me with the truth. And I told her the truth, because it is what she needed - and I remembered vividly that feeling of being lied to by my parents for so long. So I did what I thought was the right thing - I told her. But for several years after, I know I had a small amount of resentment towards my daughter - my own child! - because somehow she had taken away that experience from me as a Mother, of playing Santa and getting to see the wide-eyed innocent belief in my child's face. It just was never there for her. And I had to learn to let that go - and love her for who she is, not what I've ever expected her to be. This is a lesson that has stayed with me to this day - and has taught me much about the relationships in my life. Now I love because of love, not my expectations...for my daughter, my parents, and the other meaningful relationships in my life. No, I'm not perfect, but I really think it was a lesson the Universe intended for me to learn via my daughter - and Santa Claus.
< Message edited by UniqueRaven -- 12/26/2010 5:43:25 PM >
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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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