After the Rain…

Last night we had another one of those fabulous Indiana storms. The kind that add the tune of tornado sirens to the air for more than an hour, and send me and mine running for the scant protection of the half bath under the stairs.

It was not the ideal way to start the weekend, to be sure. Especially since our dog (also in the little bathroom with us) had gas, and the toddler had a diaper that was trying to fill with poo.

But survive we did—and we didn’t even have to attempt to protect ourselves with the cast iron pots my husband figured could shield our heads if worst came to worst.

And then? Then the sun came out. Rainbows appeared (really). And Tori discovered the puddles it left behind.

She started in a small one.

Tori starts cautiously, with the smallest puddle.

Tori dips her foot into the first, minor league puddle.

But then she discovered the drainage ditch at the back of the yard. The one that floods after a big rain and rushes with the current of a real river. After that? It was game on.

Tori dips her foot in the drainage ditch.

Cautiously, she dipped her toes in the running water.


Tori grinned at the water on her toes.

Surprise! The water's cold.

But she didn’t really want to play in the water by herself. And she wasn’t brave enough to wander out into the middle without holding my hand.

Which is why, a few minutes later, I found myself shoeless, and with my jeans rolled up to my knees, stomping in the muddy water.

Happy feet in the water

You're never too old to jump in puddles, are you?

At first, I was reluctant, and merely stood there. But after Tori looked up at me imploringly and said “stomp, mommy,” I got into the spirit of things.

I stamped cautiously a few times. But after I got used to the feel of mud seeping between my toes, I threw off my stuffy sense of decorum and Tori and I jumped and stomped and splashed our hearts out.

Before long, the water looked like chocolate milk (or so Tori told me). And our legs were speckled with mud.

But we were both grinning from ear to ear. And I? Had forgotten about the horror of the tornado siren entirely.

So if it’s been a while since you jumped in puddles, I suggest you go outside right now and find one. If you feel silly, bring a kid with you. But I promise, you won’t regret the splish-splashing, mud-speckling fun.

Those kids, they’re on to something. We should follow their example more often.

10 Comments on After the Rain…

  1. Jen
    March 25, 2012 at 1:42 pm (4 years ago)

    I love this post!

    I am often encouraged by my kids to let my hair down do things kids like.

    Splashing in puddles in AWESOME!

    • Amber
      March 27, 2012 at 2:23 pm (4 years ago)

      That whole acting like a kid thing is what makes actually having kids worthwhile.

  2. Andra@TheDomesticProject
    March 25, 2012 at 11:39 pm (4 years ago)

    Great post …. one of my favourite parts of being a parent is getting to relive all the fun childhood activities that you’d long-since forgotten about. Have you flown a kite in a windstorm yet? Exhilarating!

    • Amber
      March 27, 2012 at 2:22 pm (4 years ago)

      I haven’t, but I definitely think that’s something we’re going to have to try! Blowing bubbles is another favorite…

  3. Missy @ Wonder, Friend
    March 26, 2012 at 11:06 pm (4 years ago)

    I rode my bike through puddles yesterday and felt glee as the water (and some mud) splashed up on and around me.

    Love the pictures in this post!

    PS – glad the storm did not require you to wear cast iron buckets on your heads! And very glad the end result was splashing in puddles, not cleaning up the rubble of a storm.

    • Amber
      March 27, 2012 at 2:21 pm (4 years ago)

      Puddles make storms totally worthwhile. But tornadoes can kiss my butt. Their frequency is my least favorite part of living in Indiana. Especially when you hear about them flattening entire towns.

  4. Charlotte
    March 29, 2012 at 1:39 pm (4 years ago)

    Love this. SO very much. And I love that Tori inspired you to bring out your own inner child. I imagine that must be one of the greatest gifts of parenting, eh? Stomping around in mud puddles sounds like a great time. I cannot wait :)

    • Amber
      April 1, 2012 at 9:54 pm (4 years ago)

      Even without the kid, I strongly recommend a little puddle stomping. You’re in NYC, right? I doubt anyone would even bat an eye!

  5. Alexandra
    April 28, 2012 at 12:58 am (4 years ago)

    I remember loving puddles so much when I was little.

    There is something still delicious to me about jumping in a puddle.

    She’s so wonderful…

    • Amber
      May 10, 2012 at 9:27 am (4 years ago)

      The splash when you land is very satisfying. She is wonderful…something I need to remember when she’s frustrating me (most of the time).


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