Professor Mom

Chronicles the life of a mom, teacher, and writer trying to stay sane amid the chaos of daily life.

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Omaha Mama's picture Omaha Mama

We've had daily discussions about Santa this year. B is on that edge. Between believing and not. It's due to older kids saying he's not real. She still believes, but is looking for facts, something to hold on to, to strengthen her resolve. I've kept our conversations vague and let her make up her own mind. She asked me how a mom my age could believe in Santa and not Lucas, a second grader. I told her that she would understand when she's a grown up. She asked if I would explain it to her then, and I promised that I would. Until then, I want magic and fairies and Santa to remain real in her world. How sad it would be if it all crumbled before she even gets her first visit from the tooth fairy?!


Aliki McElreath's picture Aliki McElreath

Both my kids are still believers. I'm pretty positive L. has probably heard rumblings from other fourth graders about Santa not being real, but he's kept it to himself. Last y ear was the year of questions, and we answered much as you did. Surprisingly, my L. is so focused on the scientific, real truth of things, yet he does believe in the power of the "unreal"--miracles, Santa, certain types of magic. I hope both my kids hold onto these beliefs...


mouse's picture mouse

I can't quite figure out what Scooter thinks of Santa. His perception is a little skewed by the fact that Grandpa looks like Santa (and will wear a red shirt and wink at kids this time of year). But we decided a while ago that figuring out Santa is good practice for critical thinking. When he finally asks a direct question about Santa, I'll tell him, but include something about how it's our job to be Santa for the younger kids, so he doesn't automatically ruin it for his brother and other kids.


Aliki McElreath's picture Aliki McElreath

It is a good practice in critical thinking, you're so right. I think most kids figure it out on their own, and they keep quiet about it. I remember coming to this conclusion myself when I was a child (I think I was probably a little bit older than L. before I found out!) and I didn't say a peep to my parents about how I knew. I suspect most kids take that route--it's a coming of age rite of passage, in a way.