"What is the 'Easter Bunny' bringing?" Megan questioned sarcastically, putting air quotes around "Easter Bunny."
"You are the Easter Bunny, Mom," she challenged.
And, just like that, I knew the magic-making was over. The end of an era of slipping money under pillows as the Tooth Fairy, writing notes from the North Pole from our elves, Smiling Max and Olivia Jingles, hiding eggs around the house as the Easter Bunny. Putting cookies out for Santa Claus and spreading reindeer food on the lawn
Later that night, Megan admitted she didn't believe in any magical things anymore and declared it was mean to lie to kids about magic being real. My son, Alex, who is 11 and 1/2, admitted he discovered the truth about magic when his teachers last year told the class that leprechauns weren't real. Alex never confessed he knew or questioned me about why I pretended all those magical creatures were real. He didn't have the sense of betrayal that Megan expressed.
I tried to say that parents carry on the magic for their kids but I'm not sure my message went over well. I know they have to grow up and I know having older kids still believe in all the magical things isn't ideal, but it still really stung to have Megan declare that she knows none of it is real. For so many years, I made the magic real for them.
Another chapter ends.
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski