I remember lying in my bed as a kid, covers tucked up to my chin looking down over my feet as I tried hard to be brave.
The darkness scared me already, but the thunder roaring outside my walls and the lightning flashing through my windows were fear just getting an extra laugh. I’d give myself a mental pep talk that *this* was going to be the night when I didn’t retreat to my mom’s room for comfort. I’d brave it out.
But one loud crack of the thunder, I’d throw off the covers, speed-walk down the hallway, and tap her on the shoulder before she’d without-hesitation open up the covers and hold me in my safe space where the thunder didn’t seem so loud and the lightning not as scary. Continue reading