When I say that Jedi is just like me, it’s not an exaggeration. I’ve even unwittingly passed on some of my neurosis. For instance, thunderstorms. I’m a wuss when it comes to lightning and big bangs of thunder and don’t even get me started on tornado warnings. So far this year, the area that we live has thankfully dodged most dangerous weather. Last night was our first severe thunderstorm warning of the season. And Jedi’s face instantly turned upside down at the sound of the alarm.
Luckily, we missed the brunt of it again this time. However, Jedi wouldn’t leave my side. I put on a brave, happy face and tried to calm him down, but a distant rumble of thunder would set him off again. When J came home from work in the middle of the worst of it, drenched like a drowned rat, Jedi cried, “Don’t open the door or the thunderstorm will get us!” I thought of replying, “No sweetheart, that’s tornadoes. But a tornado won’t care if the door is open or closed, IT WILL KILL US AND THEN LAUGH AND KILL YOUR GOLDFISH TOO.” Except I’m a good mother and refrained. He had enough to worry about.
When another quick storm burst passed through later in the evening, the stress of it all seemed too much for his little frame to handle. He simply said, “I just want to go to bed.” Good call, kid. Good call.