I have a story to tell.

So, Logan turned 11 on the 4Th.  That night he asks me if I would be completely honest with him and tell the truth about a question he wanted to ask me.

Logan: Mom, will you be honest with me about something...tell me the truth.  I can take it.

mom:  What's the question?

Logan:  Is there really such thing as the Tooth Fairy?  Or is it really you that has been putting money under my pillow? 

(Mind you, he's only lost a total of 8 teeth.  I think he still has quite a few left.)

Mom: No there isn't.  It was me.

Logan:  Okay.  Thank you for being honest.

The reason he asked was because he has another loose tooth finally.  Then on Tuesday I took Morgan and Logan  to Chili's for dinner and while we are waiting for our food, he asked another question that would lead to more questions, that would lead to tears.  My tears of course....

Logan:  Mom, can ask you another question?  And you have to tell the truth.  Okay?

Mom:  What's the question...?

Logan:  Is there really such thing as the Easter Bunny?  Be honest.

Mom:  No baby, that's me too.  (knowing the BIG question is trailing behind somewhere....)

Logan: I didn't think that a giant bunny really came into our house!  (all of us laughing at the thought.)

Logan:  What about Santa Claus?  Is there really a Santa?  Are you Santa?  Tell the truth Mom.

Mom:  Of course there is a Santa.  Along time ago....(interrupted by Logan)

Logan:  Mom...  tell me the truth.  Are you?

Mom:  (tears welling up in my eyes, knowing there is no turning back time at this point.) No baby.  I did it.

Logan:  The scooter from Santa?

Mom:  Me.

Logan:  The letter?!?!

Mom: Nana...

(as tears are streaming down my face and the waiter is asking if we need anything)  ((GREAT TIMING DUDE!!))

Logan: It's okay mom.  That just means you get more hugs. 

Now by that time I am just sniveling like a little kid. I am looking forward to all the hugs but man that's tough when you have to be honset about something like that to a child.  He wasn't angry or hurt about being lied to.  He was very mature about it and just gave me a hug and said he knew we did it to make him happy.

 I have finally come to the point where all three of my children are no longer little kids. He won't believe in magic anymore.  He has hit a point in life where fantasy and dreams and make-believe are no longer something that just comes natural in his mind.  From now on, he will have to work at believing in things and make believe will be kind of silly now.   My baby is a baby no more.  This makes me sad.

Comments

[Cee]

This is a WONDERFUL story. I look forward to seeing your LO of it. ;)

Thank for posting a comment about my LO on SC!

[Ki]

Oh bless his sweet little heart! Can't wait to meet that little man!