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In the rain
So we waited for warmth and summer to walk in shirts, splashing into the sea, spend all day in walks and adventures. And it came! The sun looked out, the asphalt warmed, the air and water in the bay, it drove for two days - and changed his mind. But the rains were charged - powerful rains with thunderstorms, small drizzle, rare drops - for every taste. Children who jerked about the summer were not happy with weather. Locked in the apartment, began to get bored, capricious and harm. “Mommy, turn off the rain,” Leva asks, who, in infancy, still believing in the omnipotence of his parents.
But, of course, we do not sit at home for days. Vygdyaev gap among the clouds, run faster for a walk - Sasha is driven on the bike in puddles, and the lion, as usual, asks for a hill.
The access to the playground in such weather conditions is a kind of pleasure. The sandbox turns into a mud basin, a slide and a swing are covered with a fair layer of wet sand. Children are enthusiastically a cultural layer, parents, having bitten their lip, try to guess which of the smashed offspring is their own. Grandmothers are still trying to shout: “Do not go into the mud! Do not wipe your hands about yourself! Do not get a jacket! " But this, the right of the word, the in vain spending of nerves and a concussion.
In the midst of fun, a distant grind of thunder is necessarily heard. Children joyfully echo: “U! Babah !!! ”, adults pretend - when he flies, and the lion grabs my hand and drags me:“ Mommy, let's go home soon. Now there will be a terrible thunderstorm! "
Yes, my youngest, as it turned out, is afraid of a thunderstorm. Not to panic, not to cry, under the bed and in the closet does not hide, but still-is afraid.
In principle, children's fears upset me. Not because. That “ay-yai-yay, my son is a coward”, but because fear prevents life and rejoice. From the fear of spiders (which really was acute - Lyovka cried and screeching) with the joint efforts of the child “cured” [ 1 ]. There is still a fear of darkness - I do not understand how sharp. Leo just does not like to sleep without light and move in a dark room. We do not put it in such conditions - there is a nightlight in the bedroom, this is quite comforting the child. And now, then, the thunderstorm ...
They say fear - from ignorance. This version seems believable to me. So the lion met with the spider closer - and stopped being afraid. And a thunderstorm - thunder, brilliance of lightning riot of the elements - how will you get to know them better? Explain the four-year-old child that somewhere there, in heaven, an electric discharge is born? To me, humanitaria, the nature of this phenomenon is not fully understood. She explained, of course, as she could, but the child was not particularly imbued. Even gradually, somehow he began to fear more somehow-not only from the rings of thunder, but also from a small rain home runs: “Thunderstorm! Storm! There will be a thunderstorm now! "
And the other day, nature showed us a full package of its capabilities. She rattled with thunder, flashed with lightning, launched a downpour. And suddenly - a sparkling sun among the clouds. A bright rainbow spread over the acacias, and a knock of gradin was added to the elastic noise of the rain. Miracles!
- Leva, Leva! Run to the balcony soon! Look, rainbow! And this is a hail - ice falls from the sky, does not have time to melt!
But much more than the miracles of nature, Leo was surprised at the neighboring children who ran out under unprecedented rain. Boys and girls came from the rainbow, sun and downpour are delighted and climbed into puddles-some in the slippers, and who is barefoot.
Mom, look, boys walk in puddles ...
Yes, great.
And the girls go ...
Yeah, and girls. Do you want?
Mmm ... there is rain, wet.
We put on a raincoat and boots.
And a thunderstorm ...
Already far, only thunder is a little audible. Come on, take boats ...
And the desire to drive through the puddles of boats overpowered lion's fears. True, while we were going, the rain stopped, the rainbow faded, and the sun hid behind the cloud. But still, the child with pleasure climbed into the puddle, launched his flotilla, made boots from the leaves and arranged a demonstrative naval battle.
And when the downpour spilled with a new portion, Lyovka did not even jerk towards the entrance, he only pulled the hood and began to enthusiastically knock down the rain bubbles with a stick. Even the approaching thunder did not drive the child home. I had to do this, because the sky was completely darkened, the wind intensified, and the offspring became like a wet, albeit satisfied, a mouse.
At home, bathing continued already in a hot bath - in order to avoid colds. And for once, a lion, who hate his head, favorably took a shower to the crown.
Like a rain, right?
Like a rain. Did you like to walk in the rain?
Yeah! Let's go in the rain?
Necessarily. And what about the thunderstorm? Are you not afraid?
Nah, the thunderstorm is far away. She is not terrible.
To be continued...
For the previous publication, see here .
1 See: E. Cherepitskaya. Sendive history // "PG", No. 21 (442) dated June 3-10, 2009