For The Love of a Thunderstorm

I Right now I'm sitting on the floor of my hallway with my ten year old daughter in front of me and my four year old son behind me. We should all be in bed, but there are thunderstorms all around us. I blame my cerebral palsy as a main reason why I hate thunderstorms but also several bad experiences with them. I tried hard not to push my fear on them, but it just happened naturally. Laura actually is okay but she's cuddling with our three year old hound dog and keeping us company.

Laura is an excellent sister. When the storm started, she told Jason that God was bowling and had him play bowl in the kitchen as a distraction. Somehow we all ended up here but it's cozy. My lab retriever, Lady, is sleeping at my side. Jason is playing with his truck and watching his iPad - PJ Masks. Laura is watching craft videos. I love our conversations like Jason saying, "Mommy, my monster truck is sad." I told him to tell him everything is ok and he did. I love reassuring Jason and his eyes relax from panic.

Although I know I'll be tired tomorrow, the memories are worth everything. I went in my room and Jason said ,"I'll lay next to Laura because I love her." Then he said if I needed anything to let him know. Now they're both in bed even though storms are around, they aren't as loud and hopefully Jason will fall asleep. I'm going to turn in as well and hopefully will sleep peacefully too.