Fake
It’s done. She knows.
She said, “mom, yknow some kids don’t believe in the tooth fairy” with a sly grin on her face. “Hmm, well, what do you think?” I replied. She sunk into the bed a bit and smiled “I dunno.. no?” I caved and confirmed, “the toothfairy isn’t real. It’s been me all these years and I’ve collected all your teeth now gimme that loose one for my collection!” She squealed and rolled as I fake pulled at her tooth. “So.. what else do you want to know? How about Santa.”
“Well, I thought he might be only because, well, how can you afford all that stuff?!”
Wow.
Ok, so she knows it’s all fake. I asked if she was sad or upset and she said no, but part of my heart broke for her little child spirit dimming. It’s like, wtf. I assured her we would still be surprising each other with gifts at Christmas and of course she’ll get an Easter basket, but I’ll cherish and also really really reeeaaally miss those memories of her waking to such excitement during the holidays. The way she wrote letters to Joey the elf and searched for his reply the next day. Ugh. I think I’m more sad over it than she is. She’ll be fine. I’m just not ready for this next chapter just yet. She’s still my baby girl.
Who wears training bras now.
And doesn’t want to shop at old navy with me because “too many people. Teenagers scare me.”
I know what it’s like to be painfully shy and anxious and I just hope she isn’t starting down that road. She is opposite of that in school, even gets caught talking often when she’s not suppose to! Maybe it’s just part of her turning 10 soon. A tween.