Thunder Monsters
About a month ago we had a series of thunderstorms roll through. One storm hit with a bang while the kids were out in the backyard. Or maybe I should say BOOOOM, because it rattled the house. I was in the kitchen and it made me jump. Then I heard the sound of Patches terrified screams dopplering toward me as he fled for the safety of his mommy. This event made a deep impression in his mind. We have frequent conversations about Thunder Monsters even on sunny days.
We live close enough to Hill Air Force Base that we get fairly frequent fly overs by military aircraft. One thing about military craft is that you don’t hear them coming. In fact they deliberately design them so that people won’t hear them coming, but you always hear them leaving. I don’t know what it was that flew over our house this evening. It was really high, and really loud for a very long time. The rumble hit suddenly and slowly tapered away over the course of several minutes. Patches was outside when the first wave of sound rolled over. Again I heard the terrified screams dopplering to the house. He was so scared that he tripped on the deck thus acquiring a scrape and splinters.
Patches is extremely verbal and he always has to talk through an upsetting event. It seems to be part of the way he sorts his experiences and makes sense of them. He had this to say: “The funder monster came and pooped on me! Maked me splinter! Funder monster in sky! And airplane was loud. Funder monster is scawy.” Our conversation reiterated all these points several times, but most upsetting to him was his complete conviction that the thunder monsters pooped on him. My best guess is that there was a physical sensation associated with the onset of the airplane noise, possibly a sonic boom.
At least he knows where to run when he’s scared.