I do love looking back over past posts and remembering the events that sparked them. This one does indeed stick out for me. I remember those nights when the kids would all show up due to whatever was happening in their world. They don’t do that anymore, so sad!
Originally published Aug 12, 2010
the thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes….
I can hear the Garth Brooks song playing in my head even as I type away.
This morning, dear hubby had evals for his school, so he was able to sleep in today. Usually with traffic and parking he must be out the door by 0515. So we were hoping for a nice lazy sleeping in morning…. yes we all have dreams.
I personally love thunderstorms, they make me sleep deeply and contentedly. However, children don’t really share my opinion. So this morning around 0630 when the thunder was actually rattling our windows, we had our first round of visitors. After that, hubby’s side of the bed (he gave up and hit a shower) became a revolving door. With as many kids as we have, it was a lot of guests. First our daughter, then the youngest mobile boy, lastly our massive dog shoved his wet nose in my face causing me to jump and hit the pack’n’play making the 12 week child to wake up. And that large fur baby caused the most irritation while the thunder continued to jam on outside. He is a swissie and a bit on the large size for his breed. If any of you mothers have been frustrated at your children tailing you around, a large scared dog can be worse.
He followed me into the bathroom, he tailed me to the kitchen, he sat on my feet while I made my coffee and he is still currently laying on my feet as I type. The thunder is gone, the fear should be gone as well, but he still feels the need to breathe that hot dog breath on my ankles.
Ah yes…. I still love thunderstorms!!!!!
I miss these days. I used to feel very stressed and a bit claustrophobic when all five of my kiddos would climb all over me. And I do indeed remember people warning me that I would miss it and to soak it up as much as I could. I have arrived and I miss it terribly! Yes, even the middle of the night visits from scared children.
I do wonder if God feels the same sense of loss when we as His children feel we can’t run to him in our fears, or our frustrations, or our concerns. Does He long for us to run back to Him when our world gets rocked?