The Santa Project.December 12, 2011 at 7:32 am | Posted in Fail (aka: Parenting Gaffes), motherhood | 12 Comments
Until recently, O had never actually met Santa.
Personally, *I* never liked Santa when I was growing up. Maybe it was the mall Santa I had to go to, but he smelled funny and his suit was a weird flannel sort of texture.
And O is introverted with people he KNOWS. He’s really come into his own since he gained a vocabulary and we’ve spent time prepping him for new situations, but there are plenty of times where he pretends to ignore family members because he’s just not comfortable.
So I’ve never forced Santa on him.
This year, he’s been talking about Santa Claus. And we told him that if he wanted, he could meet the big guy and sit on his lap and tell him what he wanted for Christmas. We playacted it a lot – O would be Santa Claus and he’d ask me what I wanted, then I’d be Santa and ask what he wanted.
His answer has always been this.
Lots of airplanes! Lots of stars for my room! Lots of tools!
Two weekends ago, on the way back from the Museum of Science, he asked me if we could take him to meet Santa Claus.
Well, okay then. I told him we’d get Daddy and go to the mall and see Santa.
Apparently there is a Santa grading system. I took him to see the one that my hairdresser recommended, the one I assume was a 10 out of 10 – full beard, nice guy, willing to take time to get the kids comfortable.
The only issue was that when you’re waiting in line, you can’t actually SEE him. Santa has his own little house. So O couldn’t really get a glimpse of the guy he was supposed to meet.
Well, until Santa had to take a potty break. No joke, they announced that Santa had to use the potty and he’d be back. Cane and all, he made his way to the mall bathroom.
And of course O had a million questions. Santa Claus uses the potty???? Where’s the potty? Is he back? Santa is going pee pee in the potty?
Not sure why that made such an impact, though maybe his version of Santa Claus included diapers.
When Santa finally came back, a million hours later, we finally got a chance to go and meet him. And when the woman told us that it was our turn, it was okay to go talk to Santa, O panicked. He first tried to drag me away from Santa, and when I picked him up he buried his face in my shoulder and refused to even look at the guy.
In retrospect, I SHOULD have said Hi Santa. This is O. He’s being a little shy right now, but he wanted to come today and tell you that he was a good boy this year and that he wanted airplanes, some stars for his room, and some tools.
I guess I panicked too. Because I didn’t say ANY of that. I just unsuccessfully tried to get him to talk and then told Santa, well, uh, thanks. Sorry. Maybe we’ll come see you again next year.
Total Parent of the Year candidate here.
So I’m trying to figure out how I can take O to see Santa Claus again. I’m thinking of skipping out early on Tuesday, getting him from school, and taking him to the mall so he can watch me tell Santa what he wants for Christmas.
This may be weird, but I always imagine O’s future therapy appointments. Because clearly we all have baggage and I’m sure we’re going to do SOMETHING to put our kids into therapy at some point. But I can’t let him tell his therapist that one year he was scared that Santa Claus didn’t know that he wanted presents because his mom didn’t tell Santa when he was too scared to do so.
Which is, now that I write it, totally ridiculous.
Still though. Christmas was such a magical time of year for me when I was a kid.
I want that for my O as well.