“Mommy, are those clouds going to make a tornado?”
We were coming out of a live production of the Wizard of Oz. Seriously. They had done an *excellent* job with the special effects…
“Yep! Sure looks like there is a tornado coming this way.” I decided to mess with him a bit. There was a huge, ominous wall cloud headed our way. “See? There it is!”
“Mommy? Are you joking?” Panic crept into his voice as he searched my face. “I need for you to tell me you are joking or I am going to start crying.” His voice cracked.
“Oh, baby! Yes. I am joking. But we do need to hurry or we are going to get rained on!” He laughed, relieved.
As he and his sister buckled into their booster seats I checked the weather site on my phone. Tornado. A few miles away. The storm cell was headed our direction.
Rather than stopping for dinner as is our tradition, we decided to head straight home. I placed a to go order with our favorite dive as we drove. I tried to keep an eye on the weather developing around us during the 45 minute drive, speeding a bit to stay ahead of it. It was looking awfully scary.
We picked up the food and got into the house just as the rain started. Huge, fat drops splashed on our heads as we dashed inside.
Sitting down to eat, the tornado sirens started sounding. The entire family crowded into the little central hallway/room and we closed ourselves up from the world, waiting.
I looked over and my son was shaking.
We all scooched together and his dad started playing Somewhere Over The Rainbow as performed by IZ (Isreal Kamakawiwo’ole) over and over again until the radar showed the dangerous part of the storm had passed.
Thank you, modern technology.
At bedtime my son gave me a hug and said, “Mommy, I love you but I want daddy to put me to bed.”
“Ok, sweetheart. But why?”
“I love him more. He helped me feel safe.” He gave me a tight squeeze and headed off to read a bedtime story, his little hand in his daddy’s big hand.
Daddy made him feel safe. The world is as it should be…