I love my children. They are absolutely unbreakable and strong in spirit and it is SO inspiring. Today my 8 and 9 yr old found out from the other kids in school (and a teacher!) that Santa Claus isn't real. Totally heartbreaking, because I was determined to let them ride that train for a very long time. But with confirmation from a teacher, they weren't buying anything I was trying to sell them. My youngest had fallen asleep already, so luckily his dreams were still intact. So finally, we had the talk. After they were kind of quiet, and quite frankly, looked a bit downtrodden. And I couldn't blame them. I was so mad for them, and so heartbroken for them. And boy did I want to bitch slap some of their classmates. I settled for calling them all manner of vile, totally inappropriate names in my head...and on the phone to my sister...and on my Facebook...but anyways! So, I'm looking at these little defeated faces, my mind racing to come up with something to tell them that will make them feel better. And then, my son looks up at me, determination all over his face, and says "I'll always believe in Santa Claus in my heart. It doesn't matter what they say, because they don't have the spirit of Christmas in their hearts like we do." My daughter pipes in "Yeah. Santais the spirit of Christmas, and if we lose him, Christmas won't be the same. So I still believe in Santa." "Yeah. They can't take Santa away from us...but you can still buy us presents if you want, Mommy." My son grinned, and looked at his sister, the joy of renewed faith shining out of both of them. I looked at them, never more proud in my life, and said , "Hell yeah." Not the most eloquent or appropriate, but damned if I wasn't speechless. Again, can I just say, my kids are great. ♥
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