May a Bolt of Lightning Split Me in Two

We have had a lot of rain in the last few days. And last night's rain was lightning and thunder. Lightning rain.  From the window of my room, the sky is illuminated and I watch for a moment the lightning splitting in two at every instant. I like to watch the sky. I do it from my bed, every night before going to sleep, I watch the sky and make my prayer of gratitude to God. It is relaxing when it is starry. When you can see the stars.

But last night the sky was twinkling. Menacing, but wonderfully beautiful. I remember when I was a very little girl, I thought lightning was attracted to mirrors. At that time it was talked about in adult conversations. At the time of my childhood, 1500 BC, adults lived under many beliefs and myths. In my house, my mom would put a big cloth that completely covered the mirror we had in the dining room. She would cover it every time we had a thundershower. At that time, I started to wear corrective lenses, and after many years I still wear them. At that time, I believed that the glass of my glasses would attract the lightning from the thundershowers and break me in two. Every time it rained with lightning and thunder I would take off my glasses and move them away from me. I didn't want any lightning to break me in two, who would want that, to be broken by a bolt of lightning!... Childhood innocence.

Last night the thundershower was that strong. I closed the window because the strong breeze let the rainwater pass into my room. I didn't draw the curtain to continue watching the sky with its thundershower, until I fell asleep.

Last night I laughed thinking about that episode of my childhood. How innocent I was. For me, it was not ignorance, but an overflowing imagination. A wonderful or frightening way of seeing things.  Children are imaginative and special like that, I say it now because of my granddaughter, where I have lived in her wonderful world of innocence.

My 6-year-old granddaughter believes everything she is told. She is very imaginative. She is a very happy child. Her parents and I are looking out for her. On her upbringing. We let her live that special stage of her childhood. From her castles made with bedsheets, with her imaginary friends, and her family of dolls, the time will come for her to mature for life. We must not rush that stage of innocence of her 6 years.  Every human being's emotional and cognitive growth process has its stages and innocence is one of them. As long as my granddaughter lives in her childhood of innocence surrounded by people who guide, care for, and protect her, with lots of love, we will all be enjoying that wonderful process of every healthy and happy child. We will be watching the child who thinks he is grown up and the adolescent who thinks he is an adult. That's another world... quite a headache for responsible parents... hahaha...

I hope today's story is taken with total innocence by all of you...hahaha.

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