It is hard to believe that I have children old enough to even consider revealing the big secret. It seems like only yesterday that we were dressing Cameron up for his first Christmas pictures. Back then, being Santa was so exciting and fun. And, for the most part, it still is...it's just more work now.
A few days ago, Alayna approached me and asked who the surprises in my craft room closet were for. What's a mom to do?! I told her that they were for someone else, and that she is not to be playing in my room without me. Sigh...
Once I got to thinking about it, I began to second guess myself. Cameron knows the secret, and we didn't even have to tell him--his friends did. And as a 5th grader, I would have been surprised if he still believed anyway. After all, he caught the tooth fairy in action. Seth has started asking questions too..."Mom, do you and Dad go shopping at night to buy us presents?"
When is the right age to tell them? It's likely they'll hear it from their friends first. Part of me wants to just tell them and be done with it, it will be so much less work at Christmas time. The softer, more sentimental side wants to keep it going for as long as possible....it's the whimsy of it all that I love.
And while Jimmy and I can keep our mouths shut, the boys cannot. Cameron likes to tease that he knows the tooth fairy's name or that he knows how the Easter Bunny gets in. He has yet to mention Santa. I have begged him to keep quiet, and so far so good. Maybe I just need to come to terms with the fact that my kids are getting bigger. Cameron is almost 11, officially a "tween". Seth is not far behind. And my Miss A, is an observant little girl, and knows when something is going on. My guess is that we may only have 1 or 2 Santa years left.
I guess my point is, to enjoy the delight in their faces when they wake you up at 4 a.m on Christmas morning. (yes, mine do that...and I know I'm not alone) Remember what is was like to be a kid and feel like the whole season was magical. And think about your parents, who worked so hard to make sure that every year was special. K