agirl
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ORIGINAL: UniqueRaven 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. I agree wholeheartedly. At the time each of my children (usually around 10yrs old) asked me if Santa was real, they got told the truth; it was the *time* to put it away. Far from being disappointed, they embraced being part of a new phase; that of being part of creating it for their younger siblings. They threw themselves into it wholeheartedly because they had enjoyed it so much themselves. They were even MORE creative than we were, because it was still so fresh for them. It's not *awful* or *mean* to tell your children that there is no Santa, it's not awful or mean to create fun and wonder with it either. As you quite rightly say, it depends on your family and your children. There were times when other children told them Santa wasn't real, that it was Mummy and Daddy, but they didn't care......they just accepted that *things are different in other homes*. There was no animosity felt toward people that *do* things differently. They aren't *spoiling* anything for us, they are doing what matters for their own family and children. Santa was NEVER linked to *being good*....he was never linked to *getting stuff*......It was far more linked to making things and squirrelling things away to give, to surprise, and Xmas is still that way here. Gifts were labelled from Mummy and Daddy, as well as the odd one from *Santa*, so they knew from the outset that things didn't JUST come from Santa Claus, anyhow. My last two sons are almost 19yrs and 17yrs. *Santa* still fills a stocking for them, and he fills one for me too. They leap into my bed on Xmas morning with stocking in hand and much merriment ensues as we thank *Santa* for the little things that come out one by one. It's as daft to be venomous toward other parents that have different ways of doing things for their children, as it for them to be venomous toward you. The last word goes to my youngest son of almost 17yrs...... * If trust in your Mum got trashed because of Santa Claus, you have other issues in play*. agirl
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