Tuesday, January 29, 2013
I got drenched this evening as I made my usual one-mile-plus walk from the office to the train station. But as uncomfortable as I am sitting here on the train in soggy pants and shoes, I know my wife probably has it worse. She has to be with Kai right now. My son hates storms. Or, rather, he is afraid of them. I’m not sure when his fear started. A few years ago, we were at a hotel when they made everyone evacuate the outdoor swimming pool when lightning was spotted a few miles away. Kai did not want to get out of the pool so I had to explain to him the dangers of lightning. Perhaps I explained it too well. Another time, a couple years ago, during a big storm, we lost power in our house for more than a day. I’d say he developed anxiety from that experience except that I recall him enjoying the simulated camping we did. Regardless of the source of his fears, he now gets very anxious every time he knows a storm is coming. This past Sunday was a great example. He had seen the weather forecast from the day before. “When will the storm come?” “Is it going to be a bad storm?” No, Kai, I don’t think it will be too bad. When the storm finally struck on Sunday evening, he was in full anxiety. “Is there going to be a tornado, Dad?” No, Kai, there are no tornados around here in January. We had company over that evening and sat down to eat. Kai brought his iPad to the table. He played the BrainPop movie that explained about storms and lightning. That prompted one of our guests, Henry, to tell of the time when he was indirectly struck by lightning. Kai looked at him wide eyed but did not say anything. He was too busy bringing up the Weather Channel app. “Dad, I’m scared!” There’s nothing to be scared of, Kai. I explained that he was perfectly safe inside the house. We tried to have conversation with our guests, but Kai interrupted every so often to talk about how afraid he was. After dinner, we decided to play the Wii.