If I were a dog, I’d be under the bed right now. It is 1am and I’ve been trying to sleep through this storm. Have I declared yet how much I don’t like storms? I really don’t like storms in a house. I HATE storms in an RV. I was woken in my bed with all the normal fears that I usually have with storms.  Will we be hit by lighting, windows break from hail, or could the wind tip us over? I was laying in bed, eyes stuck wide open, certain that at any moment one of the kids would wake up and need me and I wouldn’t be able to hear them. I finally decided to come out to the living room and lay down in Pipers bed with her.  How are these people sleeping so soundly through this!? I, for my own needs try to cuddle up to Piper. Her feet stabbing me in the belly is so comforting to me!  I can now lay wide awake, with my eyes closed. I was tossing and turning too much and was concerned I would wake her so I decided to write instead.

I’m amazed at how my need to comfort a child gives me strength. I know that if she were to wake up and say she was scared of this noise, I would slip into the role of strong mom and hold her and whisper to her that it is just rain and we are safe and everything is going to be fine. I myself, at that moment would drop in my own anxiety. The power of helping others….

Really, how the HELL can they sleep through this! I need a hug!