It is a good thing that mothers are not asked to swear in on a stack of bibles when their child is born. If so… well we would all go to jail because like it or not we do commit perjury with our kids. Santa, Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny and now my latest offense… the Desk Fairy, a.k.a. Deskalina.
Grace decided to clean her room yesterday after reading a Junie B. Jones book. Junie, a normally messy kid, cleans her desk at school so that Deskalina will visit her. Gracie came running down after dinner so excited because she was sure Deskalina would visit her because as she put it, “I cleaned it all by myself mama without you even nagging!” How could Deskalina not come after that?
This morning she had pure joy on her face as she raced downstairs with her Clean Desk Award and a special quarter that Deskalina had left her. How animated she was throughout breakfast. The conversation was just as lively as her and Jay talked about how after school today they needed to finish their Leprechaun Trap. “We are going to catch him this year Grace, and then he will lead us to the pot of gold!” said Jay innocently.
As I listened to my kids it got me thinking. I spend so much time teaching my children to be honest, about how important telling the truth is. Am I doing a disservice to them by letting them believe? Is wanting to create memories for them and letting them believe the right thing to do? Especially for Jay, who like many Asperger kids is so honest. Will he be upset when he realizes that we have not told him the truth?
I don’t want to tell either of them. I want them to continue to buy into this as long as possible. But am I doing this for them, or for myself? I am not really sure about the answer to that one. What I am sure is that I have milk to turn green, tricks to play and a letter to write backwards that a certain Leprechaun will leave tonight. And you know what… that is fine with me because after all, I never swore on any bibles to do differently.