I’m a new dad. And as a new dad I’m a tad bit overprotective. But as we approach the two month mark, I’m beginning to loosen up some. Not dangle my baby over a balcony loose, but I may no longer need medication.
Thunder boomed from within the thick black clouds, shaking the rains free from their grasp as pellets of ice and hail dumped from the sky. I started to panic, debating whether I should strap the baby on to my chest and make a run for it. The wind slapped our backs, swirling as my wife and I yelled in efforts to hear each other over the trees falling around us. We held onto each other, shielding the baby from the debris until, in the distance, we watched as a funnel came ripping through the tree line.
Let me take a breath. It appears that I may have watched too much of The Bible on the history channel yesterday. There was some thunder, and perhaps a drop of rain, but I may have slightly embellished the intensity of the storm. There was no twister. My wife used her scarf to cover our baby, and we made it back to the house before child services got wind of our exploits.
But it was terrifying, feeling helpless out there exposed to whatever mother nature decided to throw our way. Thankfully, she was gentle, and now I know that babies don't melt.