I admit it, I’m guilty. I’m guilty of lying to my children. Don’t get me wrong, it was for an excellent reason. I wanted my children to believe in magic, for just a little while. I wanted them to believe in wondrous things, such as, a big, jolly man in a red suit who flies the entire world in just one night delivering presents to the world’s good girls and boys. I wanted them to believe in a bunny that hops all over the world, again in one night, delivering baskets of candy, chocolate, and colored eggs. I wanted them to believe that a very quiet, beautiful fairy in a tutu and carrying a wand, gave you money for baby teeth you no longer needed.
I have 2 daughters, ages 14 and 11. My oldest daughter, Emily, now knows my crime. For the past 2 years, I’ve endured her taunts and looks behind the back of my youngest daughter, Lauren. Lauren is still the innocent one; albeit the clueless one, but still believing in the magic.
My oldest daughter was 12 when she busted me on the tooth fairy. She had stayed the night at the neighbor’s house and came home with her tooth in her hand. I will always remember this conversation. Emily wanted to know why the tooth fairy did not visit at the neighbor’s house. I informed her that the tooth fairy will only visit if she’s home and puts her tooth under her pillow. My daughter looked at me with her wise eyes and said, “You may as well pay me the $2 now” and held out her hand. I quickly turned away before she saw the truth in my face. What to do? My daughter is an old soul and I honestly did not want to insult her intelligence any longer. I looked at her and said, “Okay, there’s no tooth fairy. I’m sorry for lying.” Her response was “I knew it, I knew it!”. I knew what was coming next, I braced myself. “Mom, what about Santa Claus?” I shook my head, no. She felt relieved about that one; she said it was starting to creep her out to think of a man coming into our home in the middle of the night while she was asleep. I said, “Emily, there’s no Easter bunny either.” She couldn’t believe it! No Easter bunny?! She then said, “Well that makes sense. I couldn’t see how that worked.” And to my horror she then replied, “I guess there’s no real groundhog either?” I laughed, “Yes, baby, there is a groundhog.”
My youngest daughter will be entering middle school this fall and I know I’ll have to tell her the truth before then. Easter is coming up and I want her to enjoy this last holiday of magic before I dump the cold hard facts on her. I’ll hate every minute of the conversation but I will be relieved for no longer lying and having to endure my teenager’s taunts at me from behind her younger sister’s back. Wish me luck!