I think I'll use that as a title for a book. Cool, huh? (Pun sort of intended.)
Sometimes life is just SO unfair. Ask my kids. Why on earth should the blizzard blow through during the night...and on a Friday night, no less? Blizzards are supposed to happen during school hours so they can stay home and watch tv and read and eat.
But the storm came, and it went, and they slept through it. I didn't, but then, I'm the mom.
Here comes the metaphor--> Yes, except for my brief shining moment on the Tower of Terror, a parent is always on duty, and she is alert for the night winds so her children can sleep in safety. And of course, you can ratchet it up one more level, as what happened in a film we saw in church on Ash Wednesday. It's not long, and it's online, so I'll give you the URL.
http://nooma.com/Shopping/ProductDetails.aspx?ProductID=270
It's called "Rain" and it's from NOOMA.
Be ready for tears...
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J.--I'm glad that you, Meg, and Nick made it safely through the storm.
Interestingly enough, I wasn't even there, but the effects of your storm reached 4,000 miles away. Justin went to go put gas in his car before the weather got too bad, and ended up stranded in the middle of the road with his Mustang high-centered in a snow drift. Matt (and half of Emerado) turned out, but despite repeated attempts to tow it, none of them could move the car.
Like you point out, though, parents are always on duty (even when the kiddo in question is nearly 19). We called a friend with a giant diesel, and then I could rest: my kids were safely back at home, where they belonged, while the storm raged on.
Thanks for a lovely post! I miss you!
Kacie, what a story about Justin!
So you have a friend with a giant diesel, huh? Hey, now that's somebody with some automotive muscle!
So even 4000 miles away, you heard the winds of the storm, huh? That's what this parenting thing is all about, isn't it?
I miss you too!!!!
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