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For those who have read my book, you would know that my parents were very eccentric, and we traveled for most of my childhood. My most favorite thing to do was to stop at Miami Beach to play in the waves. Once a year. Visiting grandparents. Play in the waves, bobbing up and down with glee. I SO looked forward to this adventure! It wasn’t until I was grown up and driving myself that I learned that the state in which I live ALSO has waves. Go figure! A whole youth squandered on one beach thrill a year when it was only an hour a way from my own home.

Today, I took my kiddos to the beach, bringing my 18 month old granddaughter for the first time. Her chubby little toddler body had to be shoved inside a stretchy bathing-suit-with-a-lifejacket-built-in, in a method I suspect is similar to stuffing a sausage, pieces of it oozing out, only to be gently forced back into the casing. Once safely ensconced in her bathing wear, she made a beeline for the ocean. She may have tiny feet, but they sure run fast! She ran right in, and was shocked when the first wave came, knocking her gently on her little butt. It then became a game of chase the water out, turn around and run from the wave coming in. She kept trying to play in the water, but those darn waves kept coming back! Cold, bubbly, sand moving under her feet, waves. Finally, she got frustrated! She wanted to play in the water without being knocked over! She stood there with steely eyes, glaring at the water, and decided to take control of the situation. Strongly, and with determination, she shook her little finger at the waves and said in her loud toddler voice “STOP!”

AND LO AND BEHOLD…

they kept coming….

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To read about my childhood adventures traveling the country, please purchase my book, The Apple Tree: Raising 5 Kids with Disabilities and Remaining Sane on Amazon.

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Comments on: "I Still Didn’t Get to Swim at the Beach!" (10)

  1. I had to laugh and I still feel that way…waves go away. When I was younger I loved surfing the waves. At about 15 I was about 5’2″ and my solid balsa surfboard was a ten-footer! I had to drag it down to the water, but once in it was so big that when a wave came I could just walk all over it. Such fun. I now live in the Hawaiian Islands and am surrounded by water. I don’t get a chance to go to the beach often, but when I do, I just want to stand in the water and feel the coolness against my body. I no longer want the waves.

  2. I love that! I think I’ve yelled, “Stop!” to no avail as well. I love the way you described her. I could just see it happen!

  3. How cute! The mighty ocean didn’t stop for her. At least she got it off her chest. 🙂

  4. I love the “Stop!” Aahhh. Wonderful description. I wanted to jump into your word picture, hug her and carry her above the waves. Lovely post.

    How hard it is to accept what we can’t control and learn to trust while struggling all the way down to the rock that is the Spirit within us, faith.

  5. hahaha! Wonderful story!

  6. Beautiful… there are days I feel like her, when the waves keep coming 🙂 I think I have more in common with toddlers than I like to admit! :-/

  7. So moving. so poignant. I just want to leap through those waves with her and shout, “stop” Xoxo

  8. Haha!
    I was just at the beach with my guys and remembered the time many years ago when they were very little and I left them with my mother and went to a friend’s house and went swimming. I ducked underwater and opened my eyes and realized I’d not had my head under water at a swimming spot since the kids were born/came home.
    Nor since!!!!
    Love,
    FSM

  9. I guess it’s a lesson we all have to learn! Nothing stops time and tide 🙂

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