Posts Categorized: Julie Cole

It takes a village, right?

Would you believe that a kid in the neighbourhood actually told my six-year-old that there is no Santa? I had to fight my initial instinct of shoving the kid’s face into a snowbank.

So my kid says, “Mommy, ‘so-and-so’ said there is no Santa. Is there?”

It’s not in my nature to outright lie to my kids, but I’m not quite ready to kiss the myth good-bye just yet. Quite frankly, I think I came up with a pretty clever response, if I do say so myself. I told her to go and tell this kid that she can believe what she wants but ‘if you don’t believe, you don’t receive’. My kid was quite happy with that comeback.

I was not satisfied. I had to tell the parents of this older child that they need to give a lesson to their little Santa myth-buster about operating on a ‘need to know’ basis. I was polite (no faces ended up in snowbanks) and the response was alarmingly good…a bit of guilt and a promise to have the discussion.

I have to admit, I’m the kind of mother who will discipline any child within reach and it has resulted in a few funny looks. When it happens I generally just scream: “last I heard, IT TAKES A VILLAGE!”. So maybe I’m the Village Idiot, but I’m OK with that.

Santa was NOT here

In true Martha spirit, I am wrapping my gifts well in advance! I put many of them under the tree, because I am so proud of my beautiful job! BUT my 3-year came home last night and ran toward the tree singing “Santa was here! Santa was here!”.

As you can imagine, she was devastated and did not understand a) that Santa did not put those presents there and b) none of them were for her.

If anyone out there is actually working on the handbook that ought to come with kids – add this one to the list: until they’re 6, no presents under the tree until Christmas Eve. It never occurred to me! I really need that book…

December 6th

So when is it a good time to tell your daughters about the Montreal Massacre? Do you remember where you were when it happened?

I was 18 and in my last year of high school. I must say, I was pretty clued into the fact that things were not quite right and was blossoming into a good little feminist. I remember being overwhelmed with the thought that in 1989 women in Canada can actually be killed for studying to do a ‘man’s’ job.

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