tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658102023799873025.post208094302400503582..comments2023-04-14T11:06:06.601-05:00Comments on Jen's Peanut Gallery Musings: Do you believe?JenAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023477899687172309noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658102023799873025.post-86961020035953930672012-12-16T18:13:23.430-06:002012-12-16T18:13:23.430-06:00I agree Amy! We all need a little magic in our liv...I agree Amy! We all need a little magic in our lives!JenAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06023477899687172309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658102023799873025.post-90474018160529196412012-12-15T08:13:12.132-06:002012-12-15T08:13:12.132-06:00Magic is what dreams are made of. I think it helps...Magic is what dreams are made of. I think it helps us reach higher as adults.Amy Jareckihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12228735893610373995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658102023799873025.post-11626654935305410892012-12-14T13:06:58.694-06:002012-12-14T13:06:58.694-06:00Thank you for sharing Rachel. My oldest came home ...Thank you for sharing Rachel. My oldest came home yesterday with her missing tooth in an envelop. I just stared at her because I know she doesn't believe anymore but I didn't want to make that leap and say so since she hasn't "officially" announced to me she doesn't. So now I have a gross tooth sitting on my counter staring at me all day!JenAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06023477899687172309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658102023799873025.post-32446633660937879692012-12-14T13:04:56.707-06:002012-12-14T13:04:56.707-06:00I got choked up just reading about it! I think on ...I got choked up just reading about it! I think on a day like today, the need to believe is stronger. JenAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06023477899687172309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658102023799873025.post-5043164541230269652012-12-14T12:59:54.641-06:002012-12-14T12:59:54.641-06:00My kids are 8, 6, 3, and 1. They are all believers...My kids are 8, 6, 3, and 1. They are all believers. :) I think my oldest will believe for a long time, she's a dreamer. My son, the six-year-old is more of a sceptic. I worry he'll end up ruining it for the older one some day! <br />I don't remember when I found out either. I know I believed for a long time and I hope my kids do, too.<br />Lovely post. :)Rachel Schieffelbeinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01629400142880123520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658102023799873025.post-53017543123429146432012-12-14T12:51:37.630-06:002012-12-14T12:51:37.630-06:00I agree with you, Jen. I don't remember when I...I agree with you, Jen. I don't remember when I found out & I don't think it put a damper on the excitement and my enjoyment of Santa. Even once my sister and I knew, we still played along with it into adulthood.<br /><br />I believe it is the spirit of it that makes believing worthwhile. My oldest, who's 14 now, figured it out around 9- because of kids on the bus and at school. My husband and I hated it, but it gave us an opportunity to bring him into the "Santa fold" so our daughter wouldn't find out. She just turned 10 yesterday and I hope she really does still believe. There are times I'm not sure, but even I still believe and I carry on the spirit of Santa every year and I intend to, even when both the kids know the "truth". There's so much more to it than a jolly ol' elf. It's that wonderful feeling I get from the "magic" and "wonder" of it that goes straight to my heart.<br /><br />My daughter saw the mall Santa the other day and swore that because we recognized he was the same one who was there last year, that he MUST be the real Santa. But then, as we left Wal-Mart Monday night, the Salvation Army bell ringer looked just like Santa, too, white fluffy beard and red shirt and all. When both the kids saw him, they stopped us and asked if they could donate some money before we could head to the car. That was a proud moment for my husband and me.<br /><br />As we walked away, I got choked up when my daughter beamed up at me and whispered, "That's the real Santa!"Taryn Rayehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00111240475586597010noreply@blogger.com