When my middle child was losing her first tooth, she was in a panic. I told her it was a good thing, she’d get to put it under her pillow and this beautiful fairy with a magic wand would come and pick it up while she was sleeping. And leave money.
She burst out crying and asked me point blank, “You allow this?”
By the end of the day every magical childhood event was in ruins. The tooth fairy. The Easter bunny. Santa. She had to know. Why was I letting all these strangers into the house? At first I told her I could “uninvite” them, but she didn’t believe I had the power to keep them out. Kept crying. I had to give her the cold hard truth. Which she spread to the youngest.
Just yesterday the youngest one was telling me, “Santa Claus is a stalker. He knows when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake.” I couldn’t help but think how rotten that song really is. “You better watch out, you better not cry…”
My son is a little older than the girls. He got the full magical treatment, and I thought he enjoyed it all. When he was a teenager, he took my mechanical waving Santa and put a knife in his hand. It looked like old “Claws” was hacking away at something. He thought that was really funny. Okay we all did. Still do.