This Fall will mark 5 years since I joined this community. I started thinking about the things I posted back then versus more current. 5 years ago, my older son was 4 years old. My younger son was about 18 months old. By the time this Christmas comes, they will be 9 and 6. WOW!!! It's scary to me how fast the years are passing by.
As I lay in bed, just this morning, I was thinking about my older son, and when the magic may end for him in terms of Santa. He's still a believer, but I fear that time is drawing to a close. I'm hoping to squeeze out ONE more year of the magic for him before the influence of his classmates takes over and crushes the dream.
I was thinking back to my own childhood, and realized I must have been about 9 or 10 when my parents finally 'fessed up about the whole thing, even though I already pretty much knew it anyway. I wonder if my son already knows, but just hasn't told me yet.
It saddens me to think of my boy growing out of this wonderful, magical time in his life. I'm interested in hearing everyone else's stories of this time, whether it be your own experience as a child, or maybe how you "broke the news" to your own children. I'm sad and nervous about it.