62: Through a Storm

62: Through a Storm

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Amazing Mom

Through a Storm

A mother understands what a child does not say.

~Jewish Proverb

I was eleven, and I liked thunderstorms. They filled me with awe. I usually stood right by the window to watch the power of nature.

But today I was filled with fear because I had never been through a storm like this one. The sound, the fury, the darkness . . . and the rain, falling in sheets so heavy I couldn’t see the houses on the other side of the street.

And the worst part was, I was alone. Well, except for the baby. How she slept through it, I will never understand, but she did. I was grateful because I kept thinking that if the phone rang, I would jump out of my skin! I was so terrified that all I could do was sit on my hands on the sofa, staring out the big picture window and praying that the phone wouldn’t ring.

I was babysitting, and I’d never babysat at this home before. It was the middle of the day, and everything should have been fine, but it wasn’t. I was sure the baby’s mom and dad would call any minute to find out how things were going in this storm.

So, alone with my terror, I sat as still as death. As the thunder roared, I watched the rain get heavier . . . was that even possible? I couldn’t see anything at all!

And then, suddenly, a shape started to form out of the downpour. Whatever it was, it was moving fast! It was a person . . . .

It was my mom! We lived about ten houses away, so I knew how far she’d come in this downpour. Without waiting to put on a raincoat or even pick up an umbrella, she had rushed out the door and hustled up the street. Seeing her, I was no longer afraid to move. In fact, I jumped up and ran to the door to let her in.

What a reunion we had! She was soaking wet, but I hugged her hard and didn’t mind at all.

She told me she knew I would be afraid of this storm. How did she know?

Because great mothers always do! And they will toss aside all thoughts of danger to themselves and think only about comforting their children when things go wrong. They feel our tears; they “hear” our fervent prayers; they sense when the bravest of us is looking fear in the face.

Mothers know.

~Christine McCleod

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