i wasn't prepared.
i haven't practiced.
i didn't see it coming.
perhaps because i haven't birthed my own children just yet.
but today was the day.
"Miss Savannah, the girls on the playground keep saying santa clause is dead. is he?! no. he can't be. who will be in charge of Christmas?"
tis' the season.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
hahahahahaha
yes, santa is dead. he got frost bite. and then rudolph ate him. it was a bloody massacre.
awww! yes. a little sad indeed.
there comes a day in every persons life... the day we find out santa is dead.
i am interested in how you handled the situation.
im sure you did great bringing comfort to the little children.
you are gifted at comforting. indeed you are.
haha. well after the long pause of my own personal shock, i asked johanna, 'what do YOU think is true johanna?' and she said 'i don't think it's true. i don't think santa's dead. i think he's alive still.' and i concluded our conversation by saying, 'what you choose to believe is what is important to you johanna. the other girls may not believe the same, but they are also choosing to believe something. and that's just fine!'
i like to make problem solvers out of children and pass the question back them. it causes them to discover and question more, which is always good for the soul. regardless of age.
good technique. im proud of you :-)
Post a Comment