Stormy Weather

It stormed last night.
Off and on throughout the night, I would wake to rolling thunder or the pulsing strobe light of lightning.  Never one to be particularly afraid of storms, I just snuggled deeper into my blankets and went back to sleep.
It wasn't until this morning, with weak sunlight filtering through the gray clouds, calm and quiet, that I realized what had changed.
Through all the pounding of storm, there had been no pattering of feet.  No Daughter whispering "Mom, can I sleep with you?"  No Son stealthily sneaking into bed on the other side, wordless.
All grown-up, they had both slept through it...or at least been unafraid enough to let the storm roll over without chasing them out of their comfortable covers.
I thought I would be sad, for a moment.
But then I smiled.  Because when all is said and done, what I really want is for them to be able to weather their own storms.
And, of course, I still have their Father, who will never be big enough to sleep by himself ;)
So I roll over and go back to sleep.

"Weather the storm"  ~ to be all right despite experiencing serious problems or great difficulties