tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post1789008992612816987..comments2023-10-21T07:13:39.906-04:00Comments on All Stace, All the Time: The Spirit of Christmas was Killed by...MeStaceyC4http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580337266163999623noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-75733020731282609752009-12-30T23:14:36.973-05:002009-12-30T23:14:36.973-05:00Oh Stace! I am just catching up but I am so cryin...Oh Stace! I am just catching up but I am so crying! <br />BTW...I am in Raleigh and so wishing I could meet you:)Sherrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03379663058314916384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-28061174545914454852009-12-30T00:54:41.232-05:002009-12-30T00:54:41.232-05:00OMG! That last line made me tear up. Also made me ...OMG! That last line made me tear up. Also made me think of the movie Polar Express. Gosh I love that movie. <br />So....I know my boy is NOWHERE near the source of pain that your two currently are, but if you want to feel a little better, last night I heard my first ever "I don't like my mommy anymore" I didn't even do anything, daddy sent him to timeout. When daddy told him to apologize to me (I am tearing up remembering this), I heard "I'm sorry I don't like you mommy." These boysFrugal Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14215233645206729306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-76849244411037445942009-12-29T22:00:05.360-05:002009-12-29T22:00:05.360-05:00That is so precious! Sometimes they know what Mom ...That is so precious! Sometimes they know what Mom needs to hear.Secondary Roadshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05116234285533139701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-56057400825467568512009-12-29T20:09:36.784-05:002009-12-29T20:09:36.784-05:00I'm 37, and I still believe!I'm 37, and I still believe!jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11126675657006287838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-49473160847113626532009-12-29T19:36:10.989-05:002009-12-29T19:36:10.989-05:00Awww it's okay, mommy. I'm so the unsentim...Awww it's okay, mommy. I'm so the unsentimental, scrouge type. When my daughter was in elementary school she was saying something about Santa. I said, "What? There's no Santa. Your mommy works hard to provide you with those gifts." She looked a little disappointed. I was sure to tell her not to tell other children 'cause their parents let them believe that. IDK, I was - and I am now - a single parent and I don't believe teaching Santa teaches the real meaning of Christmas. I know, I know, stone me now. <br /><br />Kids always blame things on their parents. We do the best we can do and hope it all turns out well in the end. There's a little child in us that stays innocent, loving, pure and hope despite the knowledge of what's real and what's not.Petulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11246335892746223347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-84275303402037841452009-12-29T17:45:39.310-05:002009-12-29T17:45:39.310-05:00I think children should be allowed to remain child...I think children should be allowed to remain children as long as they are children. There are so many things that seem to want to force adult realities upon them. Unfortunately, it is often parents who do this, by not being good enough actors.<br /><br />For several Christmases, my husband managed to make an excuse to go out of the house, and then return dressed up as Santa Claus ready to deliver presents and then hurriedly move on to the next assignment. The children believed it. But then, for some unknown reason, my husband got tired of doing it. He stopped putting his heart into this roll and got sloppy. Children always notice the details.<br /><br />I thought it was very sad when I saw this coming, and was angry and dissappointed at his lack of interest in his children's emotional life and dreams. I was angry because I knew that I could have played the roll much better -- if I had been a man. But I am not and cannot play the roll of "Mrs. Santa Claus".<br /><br />A similar problem is at the opposite end of the cycle of life: What do you say to a parent who is old and dying? How truthful should you be to someone who has returned to a sort of "second childhood"? <br /><br />I could bite my tongue off for some of the things that slipped out of my mouth and was heard by my aging father.<br /><br />What to do? You do the best you can. That's all you can do. You may make mistakes. Especially if you don't think it through ahead of time. You can get caught off guard. It happened to me, so I know. It's human. <br /><br />But when it comes to children, who have a lifetime ahead of them, there is the possibilty of forgiveness. If you talk with your children, they won't have to end up talking about it on some skrink's couch!<br /><br />I can't do anything about things I said to my father. But the very last thing I said the very last time I saw him, was that I loved him. So maybe he forgave me before he died.<br /><br />There is still hope that my children will feel loved, even if their father is not that good at make-believe. <br /><br />Best wishes & a happy 2010 from<br />AnnaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17926688000745346961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-1331313253098832112009-12-29T13:56:10.472-05:002009-12-29T13:56:10.472-05:00Yes, I could cry!Yes, I could cry!Mommy Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14764242463413193252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-55332511728095877982009-12-29T12:42:37.650-05:002009-12-29T12:42:37.650-05:00That is kind of sad! Now I feel bad, my mom once ...That is kind of sad! Now I feel bad, my mom once asked me how I figured it out, and I simply pointed out that Santa had the same handwriting as hers...Leighhttp://inside-my-head.comnoreply@blogger.com