A Smile

It rained all day here on Saturday causing so much of our snow to melt away. The snow cave is gone causing my mama bear instincts to find another way to protect my fragile cubs.

Which we know is all impossible. So I told them. The older two. We talked about what happened in simple terms. In their terms. We didn’t watch the news but we did watch The President tonight. They know. It’s okay that they know.

Because you can read hundreds of articles and take advice from many about should you or shouldn’t you tell your kids – but ‘you know you’ and ‘you know your children’ best. And you know what feels right to say and don’t worry if your relative or friends  or the counselor on channel 5 think it’s wrong.


Just listen to your heart and your children. Take their cues and do what you think is the right thing to do…mama bear. Because again everyone is pontificating what we should do as parents.

For these sweet cubs. Our cubs. But only you can really know. And know what’s the right answer. Every time.


And I know our tears still flow and our questions go unanswered and there are empty arms tonight and tomorrow night and…

So I went back into my picture archives to find some pictures that made me laugh. Like really laugh. Because I also think that’s okay.

I had forgotten about Astrid sitting in the dining room on that February day. She insisted on wearing a swimsuit and sunglasses, and asked for some paper and a pencil so she could do her homework.


I pray that when she is six she can choose to do her homework this way. And hopefully also when she’s nine and eleven and seventeen.

These little things that make us smile.


I also have a big announcement to make – I am now a contributor for Everyday Family! I am thrilled to join their team. My first article went live last week- won’t you join me in talking about How To Involve Your Kids in Charitable Giving


I know you are looking to help right now -so if you can, you can give directly to the Sandy Hook School Support Fund here.


About Tracy

My name is Tracy Morrison and I live in sunny Minnesota. I'm neither British nor a nun - I'm just a Midwesterner with a headache. This is mainly a humor and lifestyle blog that documents the lighter side of parenting. I am an ex-corporate ladder climber turned freelance writer, social media manager, world traveler, and marathon runner. I would love for you to contact me at tracy@sellabitmum.com

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  1. says

    As I shared on Facebook, my 15 year old son is the one comforting ME. He has asked me not to watch the news or read anymore about it, as he sees how the tears start up again, and that bothers him.

    He did share some misgivings about heading off to school this morning, and I did my best to reassure him, by reminding him he had a much better chance of being in a car accident. Wait, that didn’t help…

    Arrgghh! Some days it is just hard to find the words. But knowing you, you found the perfect ones for your sweet girls.

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  2. says

    Thank you for this. You are correct. We, as parents, know the best way to talk to our kids about this tragedy. I told my son as soon as he got off the bus on Friday because I knew it would scare him more if he heard it somewhere else. We had a simple conversation, which I think will help later on if the subject comes up and I’m not around. And thanks for the smile. I needed that!
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  3. says

    I couldn’t agree more, we know what they need to know. I’m confident in what I’ve told Ashlyn and what we’ve talked about and what we haven’t. And my little ones would be happily wearing sunglasses and bathing suits in the winter just like Astrid and I’m just going to keep hoping that we don’t have to explain another unexplainable tragedy to them in their future.
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  4. says

    With my kids being 2 and 3, I didn’t have to make this decision. It makes my heart heavy to think that I will have to someday because these events are far too frequent.