Travelingjenny

Occasionally Gracie comes downstairs and into our room in the middle of the night, for no apparent reason. So Adam takes her upstairs and puts her right back into bed. Last night, however, there was a pretty loud thunderstorm in the middle of the night – 3am to be exact. Gracie came into our room and I pulled her into bed with us, something I normally never do. But lately she has developed a fear of thunderstorms (I blame it on a book entitled, The Wild Wind), and it was the middle of the night, after all. So I told her to sleep with us for a little while. Of course, being the restless little soul that she is, she decided she wanted to talk instead. So, we listened to the storm and had a sweet little conversation in the dark:

Grace: "Mommy, are all of our things inside?"
Mommy: "Yes, honey, we put all of the toys away in the shed."
Grace: "But not the swingset."
Mommy: "That’s true, but it lives outside, so it’ll be okay."
Grace: "When the lightening comes, I can see Daddy." (Note: Daddy was sawing logs.)
Mommy: "Yeah, that’s pretty cool."
Grace: "When I came downstairs, my dog was at the bottom of the stairs."
Mommy: "That’s funny. She doesn’t like thunderstorms."
Grace: "I don’t either…Mommy, do you sleep with your socks on?"
Mommy: "No, honey."
Grace: "I do."
Mommy: "I know, honey."
Grace: "Mommy, the thunder sounds like it’s in a faraway place."

As much as I enjoyed our middle-of-the-night chat, I was tired. Since it was obvious that she was not going to go to sleep in our bed, and since the thunderstorm had moved on, Adam took Gracie back upstairs to her room. And before he made it back to bed, Tess woke up, and it was my turn to go upstairs… Tonight we’re all going to bed early, and we’re keeping our fingers crossed for no more thunderstorms!