And the thunder rolls...

I feel like I'm in the middle of that Garth Brooks song (I love this song mind you)
"The thunder rolls...and the lightning strikes!"
LOVE IT!

Even though I can sing that song in a full 'off tone' voice, when it comes to the real thing...well I don't really enjoy the thunder and lightning as much as I have to admit I do.

When I was younger, I was the child who would cower, cry and ask to go home when a storm came rolling through. I was deathly afraid of the storms, so much that I remember being at a birthday party and asking the parents to call my parents as I was freaked out and freaking out. I was crying and everything.
I was not a good child when it came to dealing with storms.

I've somewhat grown out of it, and all I can pray for is that my two little ones do not develop the same fear I once had (and still kind of do)

Someone told me that I need to appear fearless when it comes to storms and that when it comes to fears, moms cannot be human. But does this include not jumping when the thunder scares the "you know what" out of me?

So to help ease the fear (which I have seen in my son's eyes) I'm using the same stories my parents told me...

"It's just the angels bowling and they got a strike so the lights are going on and off"
or
"Some of god's angels are playing with the pots and pans, while other angels are playing with the lights."

And my little guy just looks at me with a blank expression and says "why mom?"
the little miss...well, she has no clue what I'm talking about so I get the gummy grin and the look that says "I'll believe ANYTHING you say mom! ANYTHING at all!" (and I'm happy with that!)

And so, I guess this leads me to what I'm wondering the most right now...do moms have to be 'fearless' and do we have to appear as if we have an explanation for everything?

Well, if I say yes to both of these then I'm putting me, as a mom, higher up than I should be.

I'm far from fearless. Thunderstorms are still number one on my list, and I am not afraid to show my kids that they do bug me...but I want them to grow up and not worry about the loud booming noises of storms...so I will try my best to be fearless. I'm afraid of spiders that come down from their string and dangle beside your head. I'm afraid of the earwig that somehow manages to climb up your clothing and sit perched on your shoulder. I'm also afraid of the unknown.
But to my children, I'm fearless. I'm the one who doesn't jump when the thunder booms, I'm the one who squishes the bug and the one who swats away the spider and I also know everything.

Do I have answers for everything...I don't believe I ever will have answers for everything. My answers, when I'm at a loss for answers, comes from my dear friend "google" (and by dear friend, i mean that lovely search engine that has never let me down for as long as I have used it)
Now instead of my son asking me for the answer he says "mom can we google this" Yes he is only 4 1/2 yrs old, but at least he knows that there are some things his dear old mom doesn't know...and at least I don't have to 'pretend' I have the answer. We can do it together and find out the truth.

If I had to be fearless and I had to know everything well, as a friend told me, I wouldn't appear to be human if I was fearless and knew everything.

So I guess I answered my own questions.
I don't have to be fearless.
I don't need to know everything...I just have to appear that I do.