this post is not a good read for children.

I made a parenting mistake.

I really thought it was such a good idea because my cute boy seemed ready. So much skepticism. So many rumors from other children. So many straight up questions that forced me to lie. I thought perhaps if he finally heard the truth from me it would be safe & okay. I thought I could turn this situation & make it wonderful from a different angle.

It will still be magical & wonderful. We will still celebrate him. Nothing will change...only his knowledge. I have contemplated my approach practically since his birth 9 years ago. I have planned this specific night for a while, & envisioned this dreamy way it would all go down. I lit oh, about a bajillion candles, laid out a vintage Christmas table cloth on the floor where it would all take place. I had a plan, a presentation. I was feeling good. And it bombed.

Last night I took a simple, innocent, magical, childhood myth away from my child.

I feel awful.
Am I awful?