New Reason to Love Thunderstorms
I have always loved thunderstorms. We have had the craziest weather here in Nashville. Every night for the last few days, theres been thunder and lightening.
My son isn’t usually afraid of the thunder. Sometimes him and his Dad will go out on the porch and watch the thunder and lightening. I think it’s because of a recent episode of Calliou that he pretends to be afraid of things like the dark or thunder. But, really he’s always been fearless and extremely independent. Sometimes you can get a hug from him, but, most of the time he’s on the go. Busy “working”. Doesn’t want to be bothered.
Last night there was a bolt of lightening so bright with thunder so loud that both my husband and I Jumped up out of a dead sleep. About 10 seconds later I hear tiny feet running across the wood floor. I sit up and say, “Right here, buddy. I’m right here.” Our three year old came running into our room, climbed into bed and cuddled up between me and my husband. He laid there still, all snuggly. Not trying to go play. Not trying to escape hugs. He was safe and he was still. That gave me a new reason to love thunderstorms. :)
