My 3 yr old son is terrified of lightning and thunderstorms. I'm not sure where he got the name or idea from but he calls the lightning "The Black Hole". I almost titled the image that but it sounded a little ominous especially if you didn't read the description. In the evenings when the thunderstorms roll in and the faint deep rumbles of thunder are heard, he whispers terrified to himself, "The Blackhole!" Then comes running to my arms. We sit in the darkness and I hold him, stroke his hair and talk to him. We talk about the thunder, I tell him why it happens, I tell him funny stories about it. He just listens with his head on my chest. When the storm is over he's up off my lap and life is good again. Even as an adult I still have fears. They aren't of thunderstorms anymore but they can feel just as real. Maybe it's discouragement, a fear of failure, it can be one and the same and I could definitely label it the Dark Hole at times. When my "thunderstorms" roll in, I am learning to give myself the same consideration as I do my son. Stop, talk myself through it, Sit and think in the quiet. I tell myself the logical side of things, the humorous side of things and even give myself a pep talk. Eventually the thunderstorm ends and I feel like a better version of myself. Facing your fears can just mean dealing with them at times. As long as we come out alright on the other end.
On a lighter note, I love thunderstorms. I love the smell of wet rain on the dirt, the bass of the thunder grumbling in the night and the bright flashes of lightning that light up the dark night. And I love cuddling my little boy;)
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