Do you remember when you learned the truth about Santa?
I don’t, but I am certain my daughter will.
She was in fourth grade, maybe the last kid in her class to believe.
The two of us were eating dinner at a restaurant I frequented in the months after her father and I decided to divorce. I didn’t yet have it together enough to cook at home.
A paraphrased recollection of the conversation:
“How was school today, Lily?”
“Okay, I guess. Actually, maybe not.”
“Just kids saying stupid stuff.”
“What stuff, Lily?”
“Mama, I have a very important question to ask and I want you to tell me the truth. Do you promise to tell me the truth?” Continue reading