Last night I was thinking that perhaps I had made my struggle with religion look too easy. It hasn't been and I doubt it will ever be easy. Coming to this realization has taken years of tears and struggles and fights, and I still feel twinges when people talk about Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny and I know my children will never believe in these creatures. Of course, I will make up new traditions and my kids will have lovely traditions that I never had. But it is still tremendously hard, and sad at times to make this kind of choice.
I am married to the love of my life, though, and every day I feel overwhelmed with how wonderful our life is, so I figure that its a good trade-off.