About two months ago, my son informed my husband that he knew Santa did not exist. I had been out of town and the two men of the house stayed up talking one night. My son, Jake, will be nine years old this June (third grade). As they were chatting, he told my husband that he knew his dad & mom were the real Santas. My husband listened as Jake gave all of his reasons and theories on the subject. The topic had been brought up previously, but we were always able to coax him back into the magic with explanations for his questions.

This time there was no going back. Jake knew he was right.

I figured this was coming. Two years ago there were a lot of questions, but this past Christmas there were even more. I made a few slip-ups when hiding and choosing their gifts, and Detective Jake was on it.

My husband told me that during their talk, they discussed the whole “You have to believe to receive” thing, and talked about how we would keep the magic going for his younger sister. They discussed how Santa continued to be a part of Christmas for all of us, even into adulthood. He also told him to never breathe a word of this to anyone. If a parent called us up stating Jake was the reason their kid no longer believed in Santa, he was dead meat. My husband also gave him the warning about talking to his sister. Jake is a pretty trustworthy kid and agreed to keep his mouth shut.

I had only spoken to Jake briefly about it afterward and reiterated the magic of the season as well as the fact that he needed to never talk about the Santa conversation this with other kids.

A few weeks later as Easter rolled around, I heard my kids talking in the other room as we were getting ready for school one day. The next thing I know, my daughter comes up to me and asks, “Mom, does the Easter Bunny bring the plastic eggs, or do you?”

Fire came out of my eyes. I quickly told my daughter she needed to go brush her teeth & then called Jake over.

“What did Daddy tell you, Jake? You are not supposed to talk about those things with her!”

Jake looked at me like a deer in headlights. “What, Mom? We were just trying to figure out who does the plastic eggs. Aunt Laura told me that the Easter Bunny brings the big basket with the candy, but that sometimes moms & dads will hide extra eggs.”

Crap. As it started to sink in for me that he did not know about the Easter Bunny, my son’s face changed as he realized I had just told him there was no Easter Bunny.”

We both stood silently just looking at each other when my daughter called that the bus was coming. We ran out the door and I put him on the bus as I felt a huge lump in my throat. I had ruined it. I had tarnished my little boy all by myself. I had brought an end to the innocence. He had no idea that no Santa equated to no other magical creatures, but dear old mom had just vanished all magical beings of every holiday in one swoop. I felt like a jerk all day and didn’t know how I was going to handle things once he came home.

Later that day, once he was home from school he pulled me aside.

“So Mom,” he started with a confident smirk on his little face, “Who does the Tooth Fairy? You or Dad?”

I sadly looked up and said, “Buddy, I am so sorry I ruined all that for you. I feel terrible.”

Jake calmly looked at me and smiled. “It’s OK Mom. When you think about it, it’s actually pretty funny that every little boy & girl in the world falls for that stuff!”

I love that kid.