Waves

We parked our little suv on the sand and cement, just feet away from the ocean.

We unloaded bags full of towels, sunscreen and toys. Probably a sippy cup or two.

As we crossed the wooden walkway, the turquoise and white ocean presented itself in true beauty.

There was no one else there, except one other man, about a football-field down the beach.

It was our own personal heaven.

The white, puffy clouds filled the sky and the small little waves kept coming, over and over as the children played.

I marveled at how beautiful and quiet it was. How peaceful. I wanted to stay in that spot forever.

The picture in my mind of my kids that day remains… so little, so innocent.

 

I have always loved sharing the ocean with them because it is one of my very favorite places.

Being there centers me and gives me perspective. It makes me feel as small as they were that day.

At the time only ages 7, 4 and 1.

I remember not wanting to leave, but it was time for food and naps and to get back to reality.

 

Here we are six years later and reality is harsh at times.

Blue skies turned from gray to blue again.

The waves grew and carried us to an unknown sea.

The tide has subsided somewhat but some days the storms still come.

We are all older and a little more jaded. Things no longer seem so “perfect”.

Life has a way of doing that to us.

Time brings changes, both good and not so…

 

I miss that beach. I miss those babies.

But I do not miss the big, emotional waves that used to make me crash and feel like I was drowning.

Quiet, calm surf is more my style.

 

We will visit the ocean again next week, with new height and perspective.

Making friends with the waves, big or small.

Seeing the vast ocean for what it brings and takes away with the tide.

Living life to the fullest.

 

 

Linking up with MamaKat – Writer’s Workshop – Topic: Throwback Thursday: Choose a photo from a previous June and write a poem or a blog post.