Do you remember when you found out about Santa? I mean, when you found out that what you thought, might not actually be? I do...I also remember the great lengths my parents went through to give me that one, last year of innocence. Now I am facing it with Tyler.
Tyler actually came to know the "truth" during Christmas time when he was 6-years-old. The neighbor's boys kept telling him over and over. Finally, he came and asked us. Me, to this day won't confirm or deny. Shawn, however, felt that Tyler needed to know that he could count on us to tell him the truth when he asked. But yet, my little boy, though knowing, liked to pretend that he did not know.
Move ahead to present day...This weekend I went black Friday shopping. Picked up some things for the boys - not too much, just a bit. Decided to keep everything in the trunk as the boys do not have access there.
On Saturday, though, we took Ty and his friend to see the stage production of A Christmas Carol. I had to take Josh's car seat out of the car so both boys could fit comfortably in the back. Rushing, and not thinking, I popped open the trunk and gave Ty the seat to put in there. When I looked up, Tyler's mouth had dropped open in complete shock. My top secret hiding place, quickly became known. Fortunately, all of Ty's things were hidden, while Joshy's were right on top.
Tyler looked at me as I scrambled for some sort of excuse. Instead he smiled and said, "I know Mom, you were just picking up some ideas for Santa to bring to Joshy." All I could do was nod my head in agreement.
Tyler, no matter that he is verging tween status, just wants to still believe in Santa, and can I blame him? I am 30 plus years old, and every year I stare at the tree and let myself believe.
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