Friday, August 17, 2012
Growing up I was always terrified of thunder storms. And heaven help us if the tornado sirens went off. I'd have a full blown panic attack. As I've gotten older, I'm not quite so jumpy but I do have a tendency to casually watch the news or my phone's weather app when the weather's looking wild.
Last night, we had a storm roll through and it was something else. I haven't heard thunder like that in a long time. There weren't any warnings or anything so I just curled up in a ball behind Mike and tried not to freak out about it.
Not unexpectedly, I heard little Miss calling for me and I told her to come on into our room. I have a lot of sympathy for her fear of the weather because I remember vividly feeling the same way.
Once she climbed in with us, I felt better. Sandwiched between Mike, freshly home from a rare business trip, seemingly unconcerned by the storm, and Autumn, for whom I needed to be brave, suddenly I wasn't afraid.