The kids enjoyed their time at the beach. They walked along the beach letting the waves crash into their feet. They loves getting ahead of us. My heart started aching, when I did not see them for a while. Only to see that they made their way back to our blanket.
They were safe. The continually pushed the limits with us. They were told not to walk on the piers highest wall. They were told not to walk too close to the edge. Part of me wanted to dive in to the water because that would be daring. I don’t blame them for wanting to push the boundaries. I had a feeling of letting go and stretching myself.
We were at an unfamiliar place. I told my husband to take us to this place without making a definitive plan. I did have some provisions including food and water. My husband was upset when my youngest daughter did not have her swimsuit. We made it work.
I was a little upset at the jet skis that went by causing too many waves. I fell back because I lost my balance in the shallow portion of the water. Then I watched my kids jump up to meet the waves, as most kids do. They don’t have a lot of fear. They see the waves and anticipate them with joy. They laugh as they jump up and get pushed back. They have a smile on their faces. They are giggling. I asked if they had fun. Of course they did. The kids did have fun at our day at the beach. I did learn something from them. Laugh at those big waves when they come at us and jump up to meet them. This is kind of like obstacles. We can jump up and meet them with joy. We can overcome them and get stronger. We don’t have to let them knock us down.