A twister! A twister!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKrJoih_uCQ
So last night, my beloved husband woke me up at 2:30. Not to whisper sexy words or to even tell me to quit hogging the bed.
He called to tell me to grab the kids and take cover, there's a tornado bearing down on out asses like a pregnant mama honing in on the last chocolate eclair.
In other words, fast, furious, and unreasonable.
So I pulled on my pants (who really want to die in panties and a tank top?) and put the kids in the hall. The boys slept. The baby decided to die on a full stomach. That's daddy's girl. Always thinking with her stomach.
So as I watched the news, wondering how I was going to hold all three kids securely and knowing Bug would be wriggling out of my grasp to watch the show, I found myself humming the song from Wizard of Oz. You know the one. Where the witch is riding the bicycle and Dorothy's house is spinning and spinning and spinning?
Yeah, I thought we were going to be in that house for a while last night.
Love the movie. Don't want to be in it.
I found myself thinking about those news stories of children surviving being thrown into a tornado while their mothers died in it.
I'm okay with that.
I'll stand there and face down the storm to keep my babies safe. I'll pee my pants while I'm at it, but, dribbling and wet, I'll stand firm.
Because that's what a mama should do.
I remember my own mom driving through hell trying to reach dumb me, at home, in the living room with the dogs, watching the roof of our house peel away. Save the damned dogs--wasn't a smart thing?
And all she could say to me later was she had to reach me.
That's what a mama should do.
Thankfully, the twister detoured and made its way toward some other worried mama's home. It dissipated before it did anything, thank the gods.
So i wet my pants for nothing.