I wonder what my kids will remember.
I think I will remember the sideways, white rain I saw through the window behind Jay. It was the sound of stuff banging around on the porch and the sideways rain that told me it was time to take cover.
I will remember the strange calm that came over my two sweet kids as we sat it out at the bottom of our basement steps in the dark. “This is an adventure. We will be fine. Tornadoes are over very quickly.”
I will remember that all of the neighbors resurfaced from their basements at the same time. “Are you ok? Yes. Are you guys ok?”
I will remember texting nearby friends…thanksgiving after thanksgiving as each one of them replied that they were safe.
I will remember learning through our spotty cell connection that friends had lost their entire home. Everything. In the dark of our living room there was no way to hide the reality from our kids. Later, with tears running down my cheeks, Chica asked, “Mom, are you crying?” Yes.
I will remember that Nana’s house didn’t lose power, and we had a place to go. Unlike so many friends, we could get out of our neighborhood easily.
I’ll remember that I tried to do homework on our unexpected day off, but I spent much more time scrolling Facebook, overcome by thankfulness for the good in our community.
I hope my kids’ memories are slightly different.
And perhaps most importantly, I hope they both remember that people are more important than stuff, and we will do everything we can to protect them when scary things happen. And when we can’t protect them, God can.