The other day, Myla and I had a great idea to give our old Gnome House a reboot. We made it when she was around age four, and it’s gotten pretty old and dusty. We went to the craft store, picked up a few things, and got everything ready.
Overflowing with ideas, Myla excitedly said, “oh, we could put a little blanket in there, and some flowers, and remember how the gnomes came and made little footprints and even left us a little note?”
And then her face froze. “Or….” she said very carefully, with starling clarity. “…Or…did YOU leave the note?”
I was a little startled. I make a point not to EVER lie to my daughter about important things, and while I love magic, I’ve always hated to “lie” about those traditional things like Santa and the Tooth Fairy. But somehow, as a parent, you get sort of peer-pressured into doing all that, right? I’ve always made a point to tell her “it’s real if you BELIEVE it’s real.” But deep down, I always assumed she knew it was all pretend. I used to even ask her “do you want to know the truth, or the story?” …and she ALWAYS very seriously chose the story.
She said, “I wasn’t sure if it was real. But there was a NOTE, so….that was you?” Urg. My heart sank.
If you’re a long-time reader of this blog, you might remember the Gnome House story, and how we talked about how magical things were real if you believed they were real.
I had always told her that Santa was more an IDEA, and that you can make your own Christmas by doing nice things for others. And then, what did we do? We left cookies and milk for Santa.
When she started losing teeth, SHE came to me, excited that the tooth fairy would leave her a coin. So what could I do? I left a coin, and a little receipt that said “thank you! -Tooth Fairy.”
A couple of years ago, her classroom had an Elf on the Shelf, and I was SO grateful, thinking I had escaped THAT dreaded curse. Until we walked into a store, and there they were: HUNDREDS of elves for sale, waiting to sit on shelves. She GASPED saying, “we can adopt our OWN?!?!?” So what could I do? I had to start putting that dang elf into goofier and goofier situations for her to discover every day of December.
So, as we dusted off the old gnome house and decorated it, we talked a lot about magic. I told her that I had offered her the truth SEVERAL times, and she didn’t want it. Of course she preferred the fairy tale, who wouldn’t?
We painted over the old art, and filled it with new, and I talked to her, like a grownup. Like I always do.
First, I asked if she was sad. She said no, not at all–that she was just a little confused. She was just trying to piece it all together.
I said, I really don’t like to not tell you to the truth. And I don’t want you to think I am lying to you. But there are magic secrets as a parent that you sort of go along with it. Because kids are born with special magic, and parents REALLLY don’t want kids to lose that. Because as you get older, and more cranky about things, you start thinking everything’s terrible and nothing is fun. When you become a teenager, you sort of lose that magic for a moment, and don’t believe in it anymore, and everything seems like it sucks.
Magic is hard to see. Bad things are MUCH easier to see. But here’s a secret: If you look around and you can’t find any magic, you can CREATE your own! And that’s why parents do things like that. So kids don’t lose their magic. Life would be boring without any magic…
We talked about other things, too. It wasn’t ALL serious. There were lots of giggles and goofiness. It wasn’t an after-school special TV drama or anything.
I told her that as artists, we’re very lucky, because we have EXTRA magic. We get to paint it, sculpt it, animate it, and show it to other people who might not be able to see it themselves. We get to help keep that magic alive in people.
She seemed to happily accept all of this, but I felt my heart break inside a little. I don’t remember when I first navigated this stuff myself, but my parents handled it well, because I don’t seem to have any lifelong trauma from it all. But I still can’t help but imagine that I heard her heart break a little.
We finished our gnome house, which she called “Pixies Place,” where all things are welcome. She only wrote a few of them on the list, but you get the idea.
The next day (after talking to both my husband and then my mother as to what to do), I took her out for ice cream, and we talked more about it. I said, “here’s the thing: now that you’re old enough, YOU get to be a magic maker for other people. I kept the magic around for you as long as I could when you were younger. Now that you’re older, you keep the magic for other kids.” “And sometimes, even for grownups who have lost their magic!” she said. And that’s exactly right.
My mom had a great idea, of maybe a “symbol” of graduation, or initiation into this sort of “big kid club,” so I gave her a little necklace I used to wear as a teen…a little fairy with a glass bead ball. It looked like magic to me, and seemed to fit the situation perfectly.
She said if you looked closely, you can imagine all sorts of colors in it–for all of the holidays, and all of the magic. She seemed pretty happy and proud. I was glad.
And I hope that’s enough. I want her to have that special magic, but she does need to know that sometimes YOU are the one that makes the magic, and that’s okay!
You really do have to LOOK for that magic as you grow up, because it gets harder and harder to find the older you get. And if you get to the point where you just can’t find it, you have to MAKE some magic yourself. It’s the best we can do.
What a beautiful post. I love the house. We went through the big reveal via the Elf on the Shelf last Christmas. (My grammar busted me–the notes were too correctly written!). It was painful and there were tears, but then I think there’s relief. Myla is truly blessed to have you for a mom–all that creativity wrapped in love!
Oh how I loved this post! I actually found myself wiping away tears as I read this. My children are all grown with children of their own now. I was the keeper of the magic for as long as they would allow me and now they are holding the magic for their children. I still believe in the magic and share it joyfully with my grandchildren and yes even my adult children though they tease me. As an artist myself I understand that we must often help others to see the magic all around us. Thank you for sharing your story with us, you are an amazing mother and Myla is a special young lady.
I’m softly crying over here in my corner of the world. You and Myla fill my heart with such hope. Thank you for keeping the magic alive for the kids in all of us. My inner child is so touched and grateful. Much love.
I just wanted to let you know that you are an awesome mom! This made me tear up!
You are a wonderful parent and you handled that situation just beautifully.
My kids never really believed the Tooth Fairy thing. We went through the rituals but they didn’t truly believe. Santa was another matter. My older sons all reached a stage where they asked the question, having clearly figured it out for themselves. I told them much the same message as you told Myla. Santa was a concept and a symbol and we can continue to believe in that even when we stop believing in the person and then we get to continue the magic for other people. So now only my 8 year old believes (and he’s on the fence, I suspect, but has not yet asked) and my three older boys are all involved in making the magic for him. Honestly, they go a bit too OTT. I don’t know how I will feel when he no longer believes too as then there will be no believers in Santa in our house at all.
On the subject of capitulating to parenting peer pressure, we too got suckered into the whole Elf on the Shelf thing when we first emigrated. We wanted to make the first America Christmas special and the new school friends were jabbering on about this Elf. However, we never even pretended that anyone other than me was moving the Elf around. The fun for my kids is not in the magic but is in the daily treasure hunt to find the Elf and discover what he is up to (and I don’t go crazy with that) as a way of counting down until Christmas.
I do agree that as we get older it is so much harder to find the magic. Now that I have a daughter (she is 2.5 years old) I just love being a parent because of the magic. It is so fun to see everything through their imaginative eyes and re-live all the magic again!