Truth

the conversation goes as follows......with my nine year old daughter Mom is Santa really real? What do you think? I don't know..some kids are saying he's not so...is he real, mom? can you just believe without knowing I ask NO Well.....if you want the truth ...no he is not big brown eyes looking up at me pooling with tears.. I say..you wanted the truth and I gave it to you stomping off to her room...slamming the door.... I feel like crap... her door opens again and down the hall she came So... I guess that the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy are not real as well? long pause...not wanting to crush all her dreams....in such a short time Well? Yes, honey... they are not real as well... tears and such a look of dismay she turns and runs back to her room now I feel so bad (worse then crap) moments later...she appears and states So...you've been lying to me all along!!!!!! head nods and I fight back tears and nod again at that moment I wish she was two again and Christmas would be magical and full of wonder....but I know we can't go back Motherhood is full of Truths that are not fair