Is This The Last Year You Will Believe?


Is This The Last Year You Will Believe?Is this the last year you will believe?

Every year I wonder if this is the one. The one where your innocence and your imagination will fade. Where your skepticism rises.

Every year I sense tinges. Yet when I broach the subject, I can see in your eyes that you, too, aren’t quite ready.

I suspect you are messing with me. When the time comes, you will tell me you’ve known for years.

You say things that let me know you’re in on the gig, yet you turn right around and tell your siblings that you’ve seen Santa, The Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy with your very own eyes.

And somehow you make me believe too.

There is great debate in the parenting world as to whether we should ever even perpetuate this myth.

People lose sleep over what/how/when to have the talk.

When the time is right, we will know.

Perhaps you already do, and like everything, you just get it.

You don’t need us to explain the fun, the joy, the magic, the excitement, and the memories we’ve created together.

Looking back, I wouldn’t trade any of it.

We aren’t lying to you. We never would. If you asked, we’d tell.

But you want to believe.

And I hope you always will.

Even when you know the reality, I hope you never stop believing.

Never stop believing in the possibility of hope, love, and generosity.

Never stop believing in the possibility of magic and awe.

Never stop believing in the possibility of dreams coming true.

Because they do, my love.

You are a living example of that.

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Family is everything, and I can think of no better town to live in with my high school sweetheart and our four young children. Although we've been here for a few years now, we often find that it still feels like vacation. Embracing the natural beauty and slower pace were easy. Learning to love Orange wasn't too hard. However, my mid-western roots shine through in my inability to accessorize my daughters with giant hair bows and my preference for unsweetened tea. Being a mother is more incredible than I ever dreamed, and even though our days are utter chaos riddled with exhaustion, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I blog about anything and everything related to motherhood at Stroller Savvy..


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