It doesn't get any easier

I watched Colter sleeping Sunday morning while I frantically prepared for the sudden arrival of Hurricane Jeanne, and I thought, "It doesn't get any easier."

Sure, it's easier to get physically ready: We keep our important documents, pictures, videos in a waterproof tub on a closet shelf now; We keep a bin full of hurricane food ready, with water, flashlights, batteries, candles, and so on; I keep extra books and games tucked away in case we're housebound for a while (or worse, stuck away from home).

But it is no easier to protect my son from the fear and anxiety that surround this increasingly-common event, no easier than it was the first time, when we fled from Hurricane Charley and it found us anyway.

It is no easier to ignore the winds, the rain, the sense of doom that envelop us.

It is no easier to live with the knowledge that I can only do so much.

As I finish my preparations a few hours later, I watch Colter play with Legos (his comfort toy) and wonder.

What will he remember? What will he forget? What will remain?

Comments

[VJ]

If you're in it together, hopefully he will remember the since of security in a sensless situation. Perhaps a pair of arms folded around him, or soundly beating his mom or dad at a game. Have you encouraged him to write his feelings or in otherways share them? This will help you to get an idea of what sticks out in his mind.

[kelly]

Eesh. I'm glad you guys made it through okay, sounded scary. (I read Gary's post)

i sure hope this is the end of it for the year!