Hiding under the table
Last month I came up the stairs from the basement during a particularly loud thunder storm to find two little eyes staring at me from under the dining room table.
"Mommy?" the owner of those eyes asked, "Were you scared of thunder when you were a little kid?"
Yes I was and she was promptly invited to sleep in my bed.
9 comments:
Aww...what a good mom you are.
cute
I was comforted by my bigger sister when I was a kid. She taught me how to turn on my alarm clock and listen to the radio and try to calm down my dolls...by doing so I was concentrating on something else and I was calming down myself.
On a really bad thunderstorm, I still am happy to have teddybears around :p
sweet
You are the goodest mom!
When my son was born we were in the midst of a verrrrrryyy long dry spell, over a year. He experienced his first real thunder-bangin', lightning-flashin' torrential rainstorm at about 18 months old - while we were driving in the car where there was no place to hide. Despite our best efforts to comfort him and downplay it, he got very scared by it all; until he was almost 10, he would go inside when it started to look like rain and slept with us if a storm came up at night. Now having outgrown that - at almost 13 - he likes to go out with me and watch the lightning show put on by big thunderboomers as they roll in.
Awwweee. I hope that was just the comfort she needed!
Awwwwww. We had a massive thunderstorm here the other night. Kept we awake all night long-- mostly because I was listening for little people to come in and need me. It never happened! I was kinda disappointed!
Wilma used to shake uncontrollably. I let her sleep in my bed too. She never outgrew it.
My daughter too. Although she likes to try to convince herself otherwise.
You know my story about being afraid of the rain. As a matter of fact I think that might be one of the first posts you ever left a comment on for me.
Man, I am glad you found me.
(Please tell my princess that I hope for only sunny days and NO THUNDERSTORMS!!!)
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