A couple of years ago, I knew that Husband and Son #1 were having a talk about Santa Claus. Afterwards, I inquired about the conversation…Son #1 told me, “Daddy said, Santa is dead.” Are you kidding me?!? Instead of talking about the jolly old man in the red suit, Husband had shared the history of St. Nicholas and Son #1 had boiled it down to…Santa is dead. I promptly fired Husband from all important life talks, including the Easter Bunny and the birds & the bees.
Last night, Son #1 and I were having a talk about the way his body will be changing over the next few years. Things were generally going well until I crossed a line. After he recovered from the shock, he informed me that he would prefer to talk to Daddy. Essentially, I was fired. I have to admit I was a bit disappointed…and I think he could tell. He put his arm around me and said, “It’s ok, Mommy, we are all growing up.” When Husband got home, I told him its his turn at bat again….hopefully, he learned from the Santa Claus incident!
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