As Your Are

A gentle reminder….


Your children don’t care if your hair looks nice, if your clothes are ironed, if you showered this morning or forgot to wear deodorant, if your belly jiggles or again you left the house with one black sock and one brown one. They don’t care if you applied make-up or did school drop-off again in your jammies or if you haven’t exercised all week or that your favorite show right now starts with words “The Real Housewives.”**

**Please note that once your child turns about nine Рall bets are off and you are typically  to be kept at home, or at least walk 10 paces behind your children as certain things do make you an embarrassment to all tweens at all times -  even if you do look nice and have showered, you could become a liability at anytime. Do not question the authorities.


It was pouring out this morning when I took my run. I took a longish eight mile run and when I returned I was soaking wet from rain and sweat. As soon as I walked back in the house at barely dawn and had just starting pouring my coffee, I heard Astrid call out “Mommy, Mommy, come get me from my bed, I’m scared.”


I admit that at first I sighed and frowned as I took a sip of my hot coffee and walked into the hall to find a dry shirt. I admit that the last thing I really wanted to do was trudge upstairs and grab her out of bed. It was 5:30am, I just finished my run, I was wet and drippy, my coffee was hot, and my typical Sunday morning routine was to now get dry, get warm, drink a pot of coffee and read the news on Facebook in my quiet early morning house This would not be my perfect morning.

But she kept calling for me “Mommmmyyyy..”


So I quietly walked up the stairs as to not rouse another soul and quickly snatched her out of her bed and into my arms.


My first words to her were “I’m sorry that I’m so wet and now I”m getting you all wet and cold, so let me grab a dry shirt before we snuggle.”


Astrid’s response, “You are just the way I like you, Mommy.”


“You like me wet and cold?” I asked as I laughed at the thought.


And she replied “I’ll take you anyway I can get you. I just wanted you. Now let me rub my hands on your goose-bumpy legs to try to make them warmer for you.”

And then I realized that my morning was perfect. Just the way it was.


Happy Sunday.

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, and fashion expert - and ruler of my own little universe(very small). Aren't we all. I would love for you to contact me at

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  1. Tracy says


    I can’t believe how much Astrid has grown! She’s adorable. And for the record, you should review your “about Tracy” section. Last I checked, MN wasn’t very sunny! ;)

  2. Alisa Duncanson says

    Seriously? That makes me smile and feel all squishy inside. I so love your girls and how you share the wonderfully raw moments.

  3. says

    I’m drinking my coffee after my morning run and thinking about how nice it is that at 7, the house is still quiet but you know this sounds really nice too.

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