So unlike most parents who jump at the chance to be the tooth fairy or that God hating Elf, I have a confession, I am not into it, any of it.
I am the parent that couldn't wait for my kids to touch our Elf and "kill" it so we didn't have to move it anymore, not I like i remembered to anyways. I actually told my kids that they had probably been so bad the Elf didn't move because he didn't want to tell Santa about how bad they had been.
I never remembered to put money under the pillow either. In these magical ways of being a parent I am an epic failure. I dont look forward to being Santa either. My youngest discovered that our shed was Santa's workshop and it took everything in me not to just out myself and make my life 1000% percent easier but I kept cool and acted like an idiot about why there were still toys left in there because Santa had been overserved and it was dark as fuck and I had missed some items.
You see for me the magic of parenting is in the day to day minutia. Not the HUGE moments.
The fact that day after I show up to feed these kids even after they complain, and my God does my middle one COMPLAIN, and that I havent just quit and gotten in the car and drove to Jersey is really the true magic here.
Thats the real parenting victory.
So while the tooth fairy may routinely forget to show up, this Mama shows up every day game face on and ready for action.
So whether you love being the tooth fairy or Santa or the Elf or you hate it. You do you because at the end of the day your kids will love you. Rip Buddy the Elf.
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