Have you ever been in a moment that is so magical you want to suspend it in time so it can last forever? Yeah, well mine is gone. Ok, it was more like a stream of moments put together that were my kids' single digit years. And though my youngest, Ember, isn't double digits until next month, we've bridged one of those major magical milestones, confirmation that Santa (the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy) isn't real.
I couldn't wait for this magic moment to come or so I thought. Hiding the gifts "from Santa" was getting exhausting with 4 snoopy kids. In addition to answering the increasingly intricate questions of how he gets all those presents to all those houses. Putting out and eating the cookies and carrots on Christmas Eve was a burden. Maybe that wasn't so hard. And to be honest, we didn't eat the carrots, we just put them back in the fridge and pretended the reindeer ate them.
Though I couldn't wait for the charade to be over, I still didn't want to tell Ember quite yet, except we're going to Thailand over Christmas. And I don't have the energy to hide stuff from Santa in the luggage and try to pull off a magical Christmas after 24 hours of traveling with 4 kids and little sleep. But I really feel like an era is gone now. And I want to take it all back. To pretend that magic still exists and try to keep my kids in a suspended state of innocent wonder where good things come to good people forever.
But instead, I'll have to accept that the magic moment is gone. That they need to experience all the wonder of the world. The good, the bad, the ugly. And they'll need to learn how to make their own magic. And how to savor and celebrate it in all its fleeting delight.