Meteorologist Matt Ritter showed Ryan the Doppler radar, he explained to Ryan, how with the help of computers, they can track storms and pinpoint where that storm will hit. Mr. Ritter assured Ryan that very few tornadoes like the ones he has watched on The Weather Channel, occur in PA. The weather expert also explained the warning systems and what they mean, and with today's technology, meteorologists are able to warn people to seek shelter before a storm hits. Of course it didn't matter how many times I told Ryan this same info and begged him to turn off that fear inducing Weather Channel, which, by the way I eventually blocked (AWEnestly, that happened), Matt Ritter was the expert, not reassuring old mom. I swear, as Ryan gazed at the Doppler radar satellites, while we walked outside, I could visibly see his shoulders relax....until we got in the car and he asked if it was going to storm before we got home.
I recognize in an unorganized, big world, where Ryan feels so little control, there really is no place like home. For Ryan, keeping an eye on the sky and deciding when is the safest time for him to venture outdoors, is his way of exerting some control over his world. Although Ryan loves me as much as Dorothy loved Toto, I assure you, on a cloudy day, when the winds are picking up and The Weather Channel alert is blaring a tornado warning throughout the house, there is little chance my boy will run outside to save me and bring me to shelter. Chances are, Ryan will already be in the safest part of the basement, where there are no windows, watching the radar on his iPod, with a mattress covering him waiting for the opportunity to tell me once again, that I was wrong and that I really don't know ANYTHING. Ryan's right, I may not be able to predict the weather, and my assurances of a tornado never hitting our house could literally blow up in my face, but one thing we both know, I will always be by his side as we weather the storm together.