A small hurricane, or perhaps tornado, had been through our house. It didn’t break a single window, never harmed any of the roof and left the walls still standing. Nope this storm, this frantic amount of energy in a confined space only left a mess on the floor, then owner portions of the wall and terrorized the dog.
As quickly as the storm had whipped up it died down, to a small sleeping and innocent looking form of a small child. A child who had just moments earlier run through my house as though her hair was wildly on fire and she had to run off all the energy or suffer dire consequences.
Oh sure we, Beloved and I, had invited and welcomed the
storm child into the house. Least you get the wrong idea, we do not randomly go about picking up or inviting children into our home. Nope we need to know the parents. And we must be feeling in a generous ,old, the one that makes us mildly insane as we find ourselves agreeing to look after a small child.
beloved will happily sit on the floor and play cars or tea party or even dollies with a child. He will read and color on the floor if that’s what the child likes to do. But he refuses to play dress up. Not that this creates an issue.
Before the storm had run crazy through our house, she had been happily sitting on the floor colouring with us. We had read some stories, clocked at some pictures and then moved onto colouring. It was during this activity that she saw the dog. She happily announced “puppy” and reached for the dog with her arms stretched out.
Some dogs will be okay with this. Not ours. Ours isn’t used to children. Ours refuses to sit still or wait for the child, so the dog started to run for refuge with a small child in tow. Behind the dog and the child was a Beloved, trying to pick up items knocked over, wipe smears off the wall and reassure the child if she settled down the puppy would come to her. I suspect he was praying for some type of intervention, some miracle that would make things stop and go back to peace and calm.
Instead the dog decided that finding one safe spot wasn’t enough. He decided to run around all throughout the house, seeking small places to hide. The little girl decided to not just chase the dog, but call him, at a high-pitched tone while grabbing items and dropping them when something else caught her eye .
I wanted to help, I should have helped, but I was too busy. Laughing at the comedy taking place in my house. I did clean up the mess after, the toys went back into a neat pile. Little hand prints were wiped off the walls and knocked over items were righted. Tea was made for Beloved. And we marvelled at how much energy this small storm could expend with such joy.
We have decided, however, that we don’t need a storm in the house again for a while. We still have to get the dog the out hiding for good and well we like the walls as they are. But if we must have a storm we want this kind of storm, not the real lose your house kind.