The big thunder woke me up…and the baby. I haven’t been sleeping restfully these past two hours and neither has she. I’m surprised Hailey didn’t wake up and yell for her daddy after that loud clap.
I was never really a big fan of storms. I specifically recall packing my little pink Barbie suitcase with treasured belongings whenever there was a storm. My dad would sit out on the porch, watching the lightning and the rain coming down, while smoking his cigarette. I thought he was crazy for sitting out there during storms and it made me worry, thinking that at any moment, he would be struck or a big gust of wind would sweep him away. I was the one who was always ready to head into the cellar at the slightest clap of thunder. In fact, I still have dreams about it. I dream that there are tornadoes and we have to quickly get into the cellar. There have been a couple occasions in my adult life, while living in the Midwest, where I’ve had to get into the basement because of real tornado threats.
Now, I don’t mind the big storms. In fact, I like to go out onto the balcony and watch the clouds roll by and now, my own daughter worries about me. It’s funny how life comes around full circle and I have to be the strong, confident one.
Although, I do kind of like it like that.
Day 24 – NaBloPoMo
