He Knows

Santa Claus and the tooth fairy have recently died. Who knows who’s next. My son and I are okay with this. He asks honest questions and I give honest answers. He knows this. So, I know he was ready when he asked.

Funny thing about our society. I never told him these things exist. Yes, there were presents under the tree on Christmas morning. Yes, there was a shiny coin under his pillow after a lost tooth. I played along with what he already believed.

He’s getting older and questioning things even more. I think as adults (not just parents,) we tend to hold onto these magical childhood concepts because we don’t want to see the magic go out of their childhoods. Perhaps it’s like killing a part of our own inner child.

I explained to B, since he has announced to a few adults that he’s in the know, that it’s part of the magic and fun to keep it going for generations of kids. There’s nothing malicious about it, although it may seem deceitful.

He’s asked me for all the details about things and I’ve asked him if it will ruin the fun of it or if I should stop playing my part. He still wants to know but is trying his hardest to wiggle a tooth out at this very minute. He’s a practical boy. He still wants the payout, regardless of where it’s coming from.

Sorry, Son

Sometimes when I see the news, I feel ashamed that I brought a child into this world. I wonder with so much wrong, what does he have to look forward to? Especially, knowing how he feels things so deeply. Is it possible he’ll be able to lead a healthy, happy life?

You may think that since I feel that way, that parenting would be easier because I could just give up and coast.┬áLike if the world has gone to hell in a hand-basket, why bother trying? I wouldn’t be alone if I chose that route. Many people are throwing their hands up, shrugging their shoulders or turning their backs.

That would be too easy. That would also be like accepting the wrong in the world as just the way it is. When it seems as though an entire generation is on the verge of just that attitude, it becomes that much more important not to jump on board.

No, I’m not deluded enough to believe that if I help my son cling to his moral compass, that the world will be all rainbows and unicorns when he’s an adult. It may actually be worse. But I’ll do my best anyway. We all should. As long as there are still kids being raised to know right from wrong, then there’s still the possibility of change for the better.