Good Morning, Mommy

As I was waking up, this morning, the kids came piling into our room as usual. Aapo stands by the side of the bed, "Good Morning, Mommy!," and starts to stammer, talking fast, "I was scared....ummm I was scared, ummm I was scared, I was scared." He abruptly stops, with a puzzled look on his face, "What am I scared of?," he asks me. "I don't know," I reply. He immediately responds, as he remembers what he's scared of , "Umm I was scared of the storm! But God took care of me."

We had our first Thunderstorm of the year, on Friday night. Nikayda was very scared and didn't dare come in our room. I felt so bad. Earlier this week I had told both her and Aapo not to come in our bed anymore. It was getting to be a habit and they ended up in our bed every single night.

So, last night, it was starting to storm again as I was putting them to bed and she started to cry. So we had a little talk about storms. And how God will take care of them and they don't need to be scared. And that mommy and daddy would take care of them too. And if they're still scared then they can come into bed with us. I made sure to stress the latter. I was feeling so bad that she was scared and didn't even dare come into our room. (On the other hand, I'm glad they finally believe us that they need to stay in their own beds but still...) She said she just turned around and looked at the wall 'cause she was afraid of the lightening but she had a hard time falling back asleep.