Well it finally happened. Not only do I have a teenager on my hands, she is finally a non-believer. I know most parents are probably crushed when their child no longer believes in Santa. Let’s be honest, it is the best freaking part of them being a teen. Probably the only good thing.
I might be dealing with eye rolls, emerging hormones and teenage angst but …
It means the Elf is freaking dead! I no longer have to wake up at 3 in the morning in a panic wondering if I moved the little freak or not. I don’t have to answer questions on why her sister doesn’t have an elf, or why their friend’s elf has a pet. (As an aside–who the hell thought it was a good idea to have a pet for the elf?) From this December forward, I know longer have to face the knowledge that I craved to peer pressure when my daughter was in first grade.
More importantly, I no longer have to write a note back to the freaking Elf at 3 in the morning. I admit to doing a happy dance this year when I brought down the Christmas decorations. In all honesty I planned on doing an elfin sacrifice in the fire pit.
But just as I was stretching so I didn’t hurt myself with my dance moves, my eldest child informs me she still expects the elf.
What the what? You don’t believe, I told her. You know the elf isn’t real. Why do I have to still hide it?
For Bridget, she replies. (It’s amazing how often she plays the “Bridget” card)
You’re sister hates Santa and doesn’t even understand the elf, I countered.
But it’s so much fun, she replied, you have to do it. Please (cue the teenage tears)…..
Fine, but I’m not writing any notes and I am not moving it at 3 in the morning.
I hate that freaking thing.
Sounds like a volunteer to “be in charge” of the elf to me.
More time for a glass of wine. All good.
We too are entering the phase of not believing in yet still wanting to hang on to the traditions – this middle ground between childhood and adulthood is hard.
P.S. save the elf and give it to her for use with her kids 😉
Ok so I never bought the elf and keep hoping I don’t need to now. I mean, how many more years do I have? But of course Tucker has a stuffed snowman that he swears moves (I don’t move it because NO EFFING WAY well fine, I would but so far, no need). BUT OMG he totally believes. Like completely and fully. He’s scared of Santa but he 100% believes in him, to the point where he is sure the elves can make things that don’t exist, like invisibility cloaks. If I didn’t think it was cute… well. anyway, if he asked for the elf, I might get one. While stabbing myself because this is what we do or something like it.
OMG I love that he believes. That is so awesome and typical and just incredible!!