When my mother was pregnant with me she lived in tornado country. She already had five children and lived in a mobile home. When there were tornado warnings she had to pack up her five children and head to the shelters, which I believe was the local high school.
Her two little boys were often very naughty and would climb on top of the mobile home and ran back and forth on the roof. Yikes! I scream at my 20-month old for jumping on the couch.
She received a tornado warning whilst very very pregnant only to find that her two little boys were once again on the roof of the mobile home. Unable to coerce the youngest into condescension, unable to hoist her pregnant body to the rooftop, she prayed for help.
Moments later she was waving a Popsicle at her young son and inviting him to join the rest of the family for Popsicle time. He took the bait and made it down safely.
I think about this story all the time. I often think "five kids in a mobile home", no thanks. Today I've been thinking that hot as it is, I like living here. We are blessed to live in a calamity free state. I hope it stays that way.
2 sign your pity:
I started to write, "Yeah, but..." and stopped. I'll let you enjoy your optimism. And I'm thinking of moving into a trailer like my friend: http://traceandtaraporter.blogspot.com/
If someone promised me popsicles, I would definitely clean my kitchen more often.
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