My adamant refusal to let my daughter believe in Santa Claus is one of my least popular belief systems.
For the small minority of us whose childhood trauma resulted in parental resentment, it couldn't be simpler. We don't want our children to similarly resent us.
But for those who transitioned out of adolescence without spite, they fear my child will lose a sense of magic they remember so fondly of as a kid.
My rebuttal to date has been, "It's the presents that make it magical. Not who they're from."
They disagree. And I'm not entirely sure. So, what about this for a compromise?
What if I simply don't go out of my way to stop her belief, similarly to how I don't go out of my way to convince her the Transformers aren't real. "Now you know the Decepticons are just pretend, right sweetie?!? They're NOT real!"
I'm comfortable with the larger world of make believe we all learn to separate in our minds (some better than others).
But, I just can't lie to my daughter...about this at least.
December 21, 2012
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