"Time will tell." That's how I ended my last post: time will tell if Bud's preoccupation with weather is really diminishing or not. Time will tell.
Yesterday, Bud had an appointment with a new doctor to look at his medication in a more global way. The appointment was in the same major medical center we always visit, but it was in a different location in the center - coincidentally, the same area where his pediatrician's office used to be, many years ago.
As we traveled to the hallway we hadn't visited in years, Bud said, "Remember when I'm littler I was scared of elevators."
"That's right, Bud," I said. "You were really scared of elevators when you were little, and now you're not scared of elevators at all."
"I'm not scared when I'm bigger," Bud said. "Just when I'm littler."
"That's right," I said. "Now that you're bigger, you like riding in elevators."
"Yeah," he said, as we kept walking.
"And you know what?" I said. "Someday, when you're even bigger, you're going to say to me 'Mom, remember when I was littler and I was afraid of storms? Now I'm bigger and I'm not afraid of storms at all.'"
"When I'm bigger?" Bud asked. "Not I'm littler?"
"Yes," I said. "When you're even bigger than you are now, storms won't scare you anymore."
Bud didn't say anything else, but I could tell that he was thinking hard about it. I was thinking hard about it, too.
Time will tell.