Am I SO evil for taking her fairy hunting in the backyard? Or leaving half-eaten carrots and reindeer tracks outside in the snow? What's so wrong about encouraging her awesome imagination? Because once that wonder is lost, there is no going back!
|My little reindeer. xo|
My other two kids, were not like Frankie, at all. They were both born old ladies. With my daughter Farrah, the very first time I read 'Twas The Night Before Christmas" to her, I was all excited, waiting for her to hit me with all of the usual Santa Claus questions, like every other kid. But I should have known better, because Farrah is not like every other kid. My then four year old child silently stared me down. She followed her moment of silence with a raised eyebrow and a pursing of her little lips (her go to expression) and said:
|Here's Farrah, dressed as "Velma" from Scooby Doo, one Halloween. The perfect costume for my little Miss Smarty Pants. |
"Farrah, this isn't about science, it's magic."
"Gimme a break!"
And that, my friends, was that. Subject closed. Until my little Frankie was born. From the first time I read the words, "Once upon a time" and she looked up at me big brown eyes full of wonder and awe, I knew she was going to be different. I knew she would believe. (She would also, never beg me to wake up at 3:00 am with her, just so we could go outside and freeze our buns off to watch the Geminid meteor shower, like her sister Farrah did this morning!) Now, a few key people in my life
Um, yes. Yes I am. Guilty. But again, I have to ask, so what? Why be in a rush to make kids grow up? She's only eight. Why must I dispel the magic of Christmas? Why not let her be a kid for as long as she can? Honestly, why am I so wrong? I have to ask this morning, what do you believe? Anyone else get dragged outside at 3:00 a.m. to see a meteor shower? (Thank you God, for coffee!)
|Faith, Frankie & Farrah-throwing the camera her "go to" expression.|