Parents Lie

In recent years I have come to realize that I was a very gullible child. I don’t mean it in a negative sense, I just fell for pretty much anything an adult told me. I distinctly remember when my older cousin told me the Easter Bunny wouldn’t bring me anything because we were camping over Easter weekend that year and he wouldn’t know where I was. I ran crying to my mom… how would he find me?!? At our house, the Easter Bunny visited by making himself super small and walking through the keyhole. And he’d eat some carrots that we’d left for him and he would leave us an Easter Basket. There was no keyhole in our tent trailer!

I remember when I was in first grade I wanted Santa Claus to bring me a jewelry box for Christmas… since I just had my ears pierced that Fall I needed a place to store all of the jewelry I was going to have. When I came into the living room on Christmas morning I had a brand new Barbie doll, but no jewelry box. My dad told me, with all seriousness, that Santa had told him that the box had broken during his long trip from the North Pole and he left the broken jewelry box on Dad’s garage work bench with instructions on how to fix it. Since there were often spiders in the garage, I was too afraid to go out there. So there was no way for me to verify this story. But in all honesty, I had absolutely no reason to think my Dad didn’t actually speak with Santa! As an adult, I realize my parents probably forgot to pick up a jewelry box for me. Being the oldest of four kids, this kind of stuff probably happened.

When I was seven or eight my mom and I went to a Mom-and-Me Girl Scout camp weekend. There the counselors told us stories about fairies who lived in the trees and kissed all of the good little girls when they were asleep. In the morning we woke up with tiny star stickers on our face. I thought it was the most magical thing ever. The following year I got to go to Girl Scout camp for a week with two of my friends and we got to hear more about these fairies. We woke up a couple of mornings with “fairy kisses” on our face. We got to take hikes to the fairy waterfall and leave cookies for them. Of course they were gone the next day, probably food for the raccoons. I was convinced that it was truly a magical place. When I was nineteen, I worked as a counselor at that same Girl Scout camp and I loved how that place still felt magical to me. And I thoroughly enjoyed telling the fairy stories (the ones I could remember) to the young girls there.

Now, there was a point as I got older, that these kinds of stories just didn’t work on me anymore. I started to work out the feasibility of them and question my parents. Why does Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy all have the same handwriting? Every Christmas we’d wake up with a lipstick mark on our cheek where Santa had kissed us in our sleep… why was Santa wearing lipstick?  I have a feeling this is when I learned the language of sarcasm. But since I was the oldest child, my parents explained the importance of keeping up the facade for the younger ones.

I have heard some people talk about the moment when they no longer believed these kinds of stories… like  one defining moment that changed their childhood. In literature and poetry I believe it’s the moment where children loose their innocence. Many can say there was one moment when they realized that Santa Claus wasn’t real… or even worse, someone told them. Thankfully, there was never a moment like that for me. It all happened gradually. I never felt lied to or betrayed. At some point, when all four of us kids knew the truth about Santa and the Easter Bunny, we didn’t say anything to Mom and Dad about it. Most likely it was because we were afraid we wouldn’t get the gifts anymore… but part of it was because we really liked pretending, and we didn’t want Mom and Dad to think we didn’t believe them anymore.

Where was I going with this?  Right… as we are approaching Tommy’s second Christmas I find myself wondering how Bill and I will handle the Santa Claus thing, and all of the other fantasies we had growing up. I’m sure these stories were quite different in Bill’s house when he was a kid. But I’d like to know what my parents did to make it work so well… to slowly ease us into the truth without a teary, emotional meltdown.

Once, when discussing this with my friend Kristen a few years ago, she summed up my childhood gullible-ness in one brief statement, “you were loved, so you had no reason to question.” Is that all it takes?

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5 Responses to Parents Lie

  1. christao408 says:

    Nicely written, Alex.  I hope I wasn’t the older cousin who told you about the Easter Bunny!Childhood innocence is an interesting thing and there is an element about it – the sheer wonder we have of the world around us, the newness and amazingness of it – that is very sad that we lose.  It is replaced by a more callous, calculated accounting of the world around us and it is easy for the world to become less magical.  At the same time, I’ve wondered whether, if/when I am a parent, will I perpetuate myths like Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny?  While they are a lot of fun to believe in, I’m not sure how those mythologies benefit us, other than to make us expect that we’ll get lots of presents at different holidays.

  2. jackietebow says:

    What a great entry…I agree…I never had a moment that I found out that Santa, Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy didn’t exist. Even having 3 older siblings…no one ever broke and told me when I was younger. We all got smart and figured it out that Mom had the same writing as Santa, Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. hahaha

  3. alextebow says:

    @christao408 – I have often wondered the same thing… how do these fantasies benefit us as children? I am starting to think it helps us build an active imagination… especially when we reach that point where we understand that it’s all pretend but still go along with the fantasy anyway.And the cousin who told me the story about the Easter Bunny was my cousin Greg.

  4. jandsschultz says:

    It seems to me that having some magical believing is important.  It not only stimulates the imagination, but gives us something larger than ourselves to believe in.  Children can be pretty self-centered. The Tooth Fairy takes away some of the pain of losing your first set of teeth (what happens when you’re 85, though?).  Santa, when given his due, can help with the idea of sharing, receiving a reward for appropriate behavior, caring about others.  I think most of this has been lost in recent years thanks to an increasing emphasis on consumer spending.  I’ve never quite understood the Easter Bunny routine, myself.  I don’t recall having this emphasized too much when I was growing up. I’ve heard adults say how traumatized they were when finding out the “truth” of these myths. I wonder what kind of support they had in other aspects of their lives.  I don’t recall being particularly concerned about it when I found out and, in fact, can’t remember that moment.  Chris and Jenn would have to respond about their own experience in finding out.  It don’t remember that it was a particularly big deal in our family.

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