Every Christmas we've taken Sunshine to see Santa. She was 8 months old the first time. It was ungodly hot that December & she's in short sleeves. Santa must have been stroking out in his suit. When she was 2 1/2, she was too afraid to see Santa so we took a picture of her standing on the side---watching him from afar. There are 6 pictures of her with him, in pretty red frames, gracing my mantel. It's something I've loved doing. Watching her little face light up when she caught sight of him & telling him what she wanted.
That ended this year. There will be no Santa picture with a 7 1/2 yr old Sunshine because today she told me she didn't want to go see him. Not just today, but this year & probably next too. Because, "Mommy, things are changing."
It didn't matter that Hunter talked to her &told her just how special those pictures are to me. It didn't matter that I told her how special they are. She didn't want to go.
We went to the National Infantry Museum to see The Polar Express at the IMAX theater, in 3d. I admit, I had a secret plan to go to the PX on the way home &wow! Santa's here---can't we grab a quick pic. Don't judge.
Since Hunter is still on crutches, he was offered use of a wheelchair & we were escorted to the elevator up to the rear of the theater. I have to say that it was the best view! Forget sitting in the middle of the theater---next year, we're in the last row!
Sunshine proclaimed that she still believes in Santa &; that she could hear the bell ring because she believes, but still refuses to go see the big guy.
It makes me so sad to accept that she really is becoming this big kid. I remember the Christmas that Santa brought her a sleigh bell & left it under my parents tree. She had opened all of her presents & there, way in the back was this box with her name on it. She opened the box & her eyes grew as big as saucers when she saw the bell. The joy I felt that morning is a feeling I will never forget.
I know that we only have a couple years left where she does believe, probably one. Maybe this will be the last year, I don't know.
{{hgus}} It is what we work so hare for as parents, to help our children grow up, but, God, it hurts too.
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