Keeping them In A Bubble

“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.”

Thanks, A Momma’s View for the challenge


Bang: You’re a senior. 40, 41, 42, year olds are seniors.
Me: If I’m a senior then what is Nanny? (DW’s mom)
Bang: Meh… she’s just an old woman.


Crash was in primary when he learned he wouldn’t live forever. He took it pretty rough and for the next few months he’d get worried about it. It was during that phase that the Sandy Hook shootings occurred. He knew nothing about it, nor did we tell him.

Two years later, in 2013, we were watching the Boston Marathon. We had friends there and me being an “avid” runner, we were interested. Then everything changed. Crash knew people had been hurt, but watching it on TV, for him it wasn’t exactly real. It was very real and we didn’t tell him the final outcome.

We’ve read Jerry Spinelli’s Maniac Magee so he’s heard of racism. He’s never witnessed it. He’s never heard of it in the real world. In his world every is treated equally no matter where they’re from or what color their skin might be or what gender they are.

He knows President Tweetsalot is in office to the south of us. He knows DW and I don’t like him. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know all controversy the President has caused.

He’s a pre-teen now. He’s told us so himself. How much longer can we keep this big, bad world from him? Should we even be keeping it from him in the first place? How much is too much?

I just want to keep them all wrapped up in our happy bubble…

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