beach waves

it's 2:47 p.m.
on June 8, 2011
we've arrived
on Sullivan Island
Fort Moultrie first
movie in Ranger Station
starts at 3:00
quick 'nap' for me
then fort explorin'
until 4ish

on to Isle of Palms
to find a public beach
youngest son and I
played in waves
he and his brother
built cool sand forts
with different designs
for defense

I helped them both
one with his moat
the other with his outer wall
we played there
until 7:00 p.m.
my husband watched us
lost in thought
taking pictures
with his zoom lens
staying dry
this time

in those three hours
we sat in the surf
building mountains
a river
and then a trench
to the ocean
to fill our river
we didn't make it though
distracted by the waves
calling to us

my youngest son
loved the waves
SO MUCH
"This is awesome!"
"This is totally awesome!"
"Monster wave!"
"Cowabunga!"
"Tsunami!"
over and over again
"Bring it on!"
to a select few
arms up
welcoming the power
of the ocean
reveling in it
savoring it
He asks,
"How many more minutes?"
I reply, "How many more waves
do you want to jump in?"
he said, "50"
we made it to 32
then his brother came
to say, "Time to go"
we followed him
back to the beach
reluctantly

This entry is nearly identical to how I wrote it longhand in my Trip Journal. Instead of separating the Beach Time from the Water Time into two poems, I've kept it together to flow here the way it was written at the beginning of June. My youngest son has LOVED THE BEACH, since he was three years old. That is when he spent a week playing on the most beautiful white beach in the Caribbean. Yes, it was as Magical and Fairy Tale Wonderful as it sounds…more so actually. He'll be a Surfer Dude someday. I just know it.

While standing in the waves alongside my Growin' Up So Fast youngest child, I realized I was being A Hover Mother. Even as I welcomed and savored the power of the ocean, those waves freaked me out. For him. They are so unpredictable, as is Life. My son was always in arms reach. He kept saying, "I'm OK, Mom", when I asked how he was doing. And he was. Thankfully. I have Fears. Oodles of them. Makes me Human. Keeps me Real. I don't want to pass them on to him though. I want to help him be Brave and Courageous. The same way he has helped me be braver, as I explore beside him and learn to let go and give him space to test his wings. Without holding him back. Even when it hurts, on the inside. Today he turns eight. My Adventurous Youngest Son. Time does fly. Especially when you're having fun. Like those three fleeting hours we spent on a beach in South Carolina at the beginning of June when we ran away from home. Together.

© 2011, Janean Baird Turquoise Tangles

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8 thoughts on “beach waves

  1. Sound likes a perfect family. 🙂 Very warm story, Jeane

  2. Originally posted by ligan0510:

    Sound likes a perfect family. Very warm story, Jeane

    Thank you, Aidia. For reading it. The love is strong and the moments shared here were good ones. We're not "perfect". No one is. But we love and laugh and learn from each other. Every day.

  3. :yes: A family need LOVE as a foundation. Without love it will be a routine drama.

  4. Originally posted by ligan0510:

    :yes: A family need LOVE as a foundation. Without love it will be a routine drama.

    Even WITH the love we have plenty of drama, but THAT'S what keeps thing interesting around here…and gives me material to write about. 😉

  5. Mom writes:I can see it all, even without the pictures (which are wonderful)! You've always had the ability to live in the moment and enjoy the fullness of every experience. Savor it all…even our worst vacations became funny with time!

  6. Originally posted by anonymous:

    Mom writes:I can see it all, even without the pictures (which are wonderful)! You've always had the ability to live in the moment and enjoy the fullness of every experience. Savor it all…even our worst vacations became funny with time!

    I always love your notes, Mom. It was A Good Day. This Beach Time was my favorite part of it. Though the pizza that followed sure hit the spot too. No pictures of that. We were too hungry. That Colorado Vacation has always been "one for the books". Maybe it will make it's way into Being A book someday. One never knows… Love,Janean

  7. Originally posted by Wulpen:

    A Lovely Post

    Thank you, Erwin. It was A Lovely Day.

  8. A Lovely Post

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