maybe the real question is where the santa story falls on the scale of lie-severity. since it doesn’t seem that we have a definitive, scientifically proven answer on whether or not believing in santa — or other mythical characters, like the money-dropping tooth fairy — causes any kind of collateral damage to our kids, it’s left to individual parents to decide what feels good and fair to them.when i was a kid, my mom called not-so-serious untruths that didn’t hurt anyone — like saying i didn’t have any ice cream, when in fact, i ate the entire tub — “tall tales.” what if we classified supporting kids’ magical beliefs as just another tall tale? after all, believing in santa isn’t malicious — in fact, for many, it is the source of great joy and creates wonderful memories for most.the truth is, regardless of what you believe when it comes to imaginary figures and the role they should or shouldn’t play in a child’s life, knowing what to share with kids, how much, and when, is one of the biggest struggles for many parents. the turmoil may start with santa, but it continues as your children grow — from discussing keeping private parts private, to sex, to drugs, we are constantly trying to suss the appropriateness of passing on knowledge in ways that educate, not traumatize.years ago, my seven-year-old saw a pediatric dentist about getting four teeth extracted. hearing what was going to happen, he started to cry and asked me if it would hurt. when i hesitated, the dentist gave him a book of stickers to play with and pulled me aside to say quietly: “you need to tell him it will hurt so he can be prepared. he doesn’t need the gory details, but give him enough so he knows what to expect. he will make it through, and that will be good for him and he will learn he can trust you.’it wouldn’t have been the first time i felt challenged with figuring out how to tell the truth, while saving my children worry and fear. since being diagnosed with leukemia, i have done my best to answer their questions as truthfully as possible, while protecting their sweet hearts from unnecessary anxiety. when they were little and asked about the orange tablet i took every night with my dinner, i said that my blood was sick and the medicine was making it better. as they grew up and learned about cancer, their questions became more difficult. one day my daughter asked if she needed to worry about me. the truth was that i didn’t know, but i made sure the spirit of my answer was the same as when she was a toddler: “i have medicine that keeps me healthy.” and for her, that was enough.last year, a friend’s brother was brutally murdered, and though she describes the months afterward as “full of blinding grief,” as the mom of an eleven-year-old daughter and nine-year-old son, she treaded water, working hard to ease the impact of their uncle’s death. despite her best efforts, the trauma weighed heavy on both of them, translating into terror-filled nightmares, a growing fear of being outside of the house and, for her son, chronic bed-wetting.both children spent months processing their feelings of loss with a child psychologist who her son would repeatedly ask whether or not he would be murdered too. the best the doctor could do was be honest, saying that it was impossible to know.“he was nice about it and everything,” my friend said, her fists clenched. “but it was like he could only focus on telling him the absolute truth.”but the absolute truth wasn’t what the kid needed.as the bed-wetting escalated, so did her son’s anxiety, until one day at the end of yet another appointment with her family’s pediatrician to figure out more supportive strategies, my friend’s little boy asked the doctor if he would be murdered one day.“without missing a beat,” my friend said, “the doctor said, ‘of the hundreds of kids in my practice, i can tell you that not one has been murdered.’”and that night, the bed stayed dry, and it has been so every night since.the thing is, whether we’re talking about a man in red whose belly jiggles when he laughs, or explaining why bad things happen to really good people, our little ones don’t always need the gory details. there will be many years of reality when they are adults — why wouldn’t we shelter them for as long as we can?
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