when i was about 3 or so, i was terrified of thunder. i loved rain, i loved how lightning looked, but the sound of thunder made me scream. so, my father being the patient man he was, built an entire mythos around storms for me.
the world was an orchestra, and storms were everyone tuning. the pitter patter of raindrops was the quick plucking of strings, the cracks of lightning a sudden burst of a horn. the sound of gutter’s rushing were woodwinds lifting lightly, and the peals of thunder were massive drums.
every time my father and i heard an orchestra tuning, he would joke about not having brought his umbrella. and every time a big storm hit, he would put on ella fitzgerald and dance with me.
parenting isn’t always about the big milestones. sometimes, it is about something as simple as teaching your child to love the storm.