At age 11 Spawn is the sweetest, most innocent, carefree little creature in the whole wide world. A fact that most times especially in these few months leading up to S.E.A gives me pause and worry, but at times like yesterday makes me feel happy that she is enjoying her childhood to such an extent.
Her annual letter to Santa Clause was written, decorated and placed under the tree which we put up yesterday. Upon inspection of the letter I came across one sentence to the effect that "Some people try to tell me that you don't exist but I don't believe them". She then gave examples of some friends who said that Santa did not exist and then went on to state that that is why they were so short and not growing. Needless to say I had a good chuckle at that and it still makes me smile just thinking of it, I mean to say Santa must get his retribution somehow and if that way is to prolong the growth process then it serves them right hehehe.
Of course this makes me worry some more about how innocent she is at this age, I believe I had started to tarnish by the time I was 10 myself but on the other hand I am so very happy that this has so far not been the case. The last thing I want is for her to be mini me in any respect so let her keep her innocence, let her keep her Santa, her Ttooth Fairy and every other miscellaneous belief that makes childhood so wonderful. Let me continue to get my kisses and hugs unabashedly in public and not only in private. Let me keep my little girl for as long as possible...but let her grow up enough to realise that S.E.A is real, its almost here and she really does need to get off of that unicorn long enough to pass that exam (oh come on I am nothing if not a realist deep down)
9 hours ago
6 comments:
its kinda refreshing to know that innocence hasnt been lost among all of the youth...
i was all "awwwwwww" until the end...
rofl @ realist you...
it's true though - youthful innocence if rare these days...
SanMan: it is isn't it
Will: I love my little girl which is why I want the very best for her which includes passing for a good school at SEA. Unfortunately this is something she has to do on her own steam and for that she needs to possess some steam *ack zoot alors*
cute... hope she can hold on to her fantasies even in reality for years to come...
Yes, I'm cheating. Since you've disabled comments on your most recent post, I'm commenting here. For I am nothing if not stubborn :P
I'm guessing you disabled the comments because you don't want people's replies gushing over what a wonderful person you are and how you shouldn't hate yourself because we all love you. Because after all we don't really know you, right? Wrong. Admittedly I don't know you as well as I would if I knew you in 'real life', but I think, like most Bloggers in our sphere, there are things you write about, personal feelings, that you wouldn't tend to talk about to people in person. I think through the time I have known you, and through the nature of our blogs, we have got to know each other fairly well. At the very least well enough to know generally what kind of people each other are.
So this is not a 'pity party' or mindless spotting, this is heartfelt opinion; you are a great person, and you truly have a big heart (how many other people can manage any level of empathy when hit by a mood like this?). You are also fiercely strong, and wonderfully funny when the mood takes you. I know being told all this doesn't make it easier to believe, but please believe me that I think you are a wonderful person. I wish I could sweep away that self-hate for you and show you the side of yourself that is maybe harder for you to see right now, but things are never quite that easy eh? Just know that there are people out here who think you're great, and I hope knowing that makes things even just a little bit easier for you.
After all, where would we be without our TriniDom :) *big huge hugs*
but Santa ia real!!!!!! I believe as your daughter does. I am an adult and I still write letters to Santa (ST. Nicholas) evey year. I carry the tradition on with my kids.
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