I read this beautiful letter today from a Mom to her daughter, in response to her daughter’s question: “ARE YOU SANTA? TELL ME THE TRUTH.”
In it, the Mama, Martha Brockenbrough, so eloquently answers with a thoughtful, perfect articulation. I loved it — and I think you will , too.
Read the whole thing here, but here’s an excerpt:
The answer is no. I am not Santa. There is no one Santa.
I am the person who fills your stockings with presents, though. I also choose and wrap the presents under the tree, the same way my mom did for me, and the same way her mom did for her. (And yes, Daddy helps, too.)
I imagine you will someday do this for your children, and I know you will love seeing them run down the stairs on Christmas morning. You will love seeing them sit under the tree, their small faces lit with Christmas lights.
This won’t make you Santa, though.
Santa is bigger than any person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us have lived. What he does is simple, but it is powerful. He teaches children how to have belief in something they can’t see or touch.
It got me thinking about all the “tricky” questions that us parents have to answer in our lifetimes — and how the best answer is always the truth, delivered with love — in a way that is age-appropriate, of course.
From “Where do babies come from?” To “Where do we go when we die?” To “Why are some people mean?” These are the tough questions that require us to know what we believe — and why we believe it.
(Because the little ones can see right through us.)
I look forward to these questions. Sure, they can be hard — but they are also beautiful opportunities to teach bigger lessons to the curious little people who patter around my home.