A Christmas Miracle

“Mama, you need a Christmas Miracle.”  That’s what my daughter said to me this morning.  My bubble broke, again.  It was like someone had told me that Santa was dead.  That might seem extreme, but it was strange for a 9-year old girl to see her mom cry.  I explained to her that something I deeply believed in was no longer true. Whereas my daughter still believes in Santa and that’s not a bad thing.  It makes her hopeful.  It sparks her imagination.  It invites her to believe that anything is possible.  Was it denial or naive optimism on my part?  Who knows.  After a few tears and moments of deep reflection, the breaking is in the making.  And, I am grateful.  As much as it brought me great sadness, I broke some emotional ties that moves me forward to realize my dreams.  A door has closed.  Another door is opening some time soon.