I’ve always thought I was a superhero of some kind with some powers not yet identified. As a kid, my imagination would get the best of me sometimes, but as I get older, reality has had a way of creeping in and I often feel “risk-averse” or a heightened sense of human limits.
And as a mother, I am definitely torn between wanting my children to soar and be fearless and then wanting to keep them safe from harm. It’s an interesting balance and I don’t want them to lose their sense of wonder nor do I want to lose my own. It now takes effort. And it is in the little things…..the other day, my daughter was told she could pick out a pumpkin and she truly believed she could pick this one up to take home. I was proud of myself for letting her try. She ended up picking out another, but ONLY because she liked it better!
I’ve stated before that I’m not a fan of being in the sand, salt-water, my aversion to sharks, cold, etc. But living on the west coastline does provide these views so I can only be blessed and grateful to witness God’s beauty.
We visited a Ranch recently and during one of our walks, we saw this amazing tree. My little one looked at it and said, “Mommy, it’s a flying bird”. And I said, “Why yes, it is”. Very appropriate I thought.
As someone who has lived by a beach (both Atlantic and Pacific) for almost 6 years now, I often don’t get it…..the need to pack various items, be in the heat, apply gross sunscreen, sit in sand, swim in salt water infested with jellyfish and sharks….all in the name of summer (or any season) fun! What?
Don’t get me wrong. I love looking at the beach, smelling the beach (well, sometimes) and walking on a boardwalk, but I don’t enjoy being immersed in either sand or water. But I am married to a swimmer, interested surfer and basically someone who LOVES the beach. So I try to get him his “beach” time as often as I can. My kids inherited his qualities in that aspect too….they get in the water, no matter the temperature, weather or environment. For example….Christmas Day – at the beach and in the water. They are crazy! They tolerate the sand in pants, crowds and heat all for the love of large bodies of water.
So I do what any good wife and mother would do….give them their beach time and complain to anyone who stands still long enough!
But on a recent family day at the beach, I think I may have softened up a bit and possibly changed my mind just a little. I was playing with my daughter with her sand toys (which constantly keep sand in my car at all times) and watching my husband and son play a game of catch. I was messing with my very low-grade camera and captured what I thought to be a nice photo. I’ve looked at this photo more often than others and feel that my sentiments may be changing! In this picture and at this time, I can honestly say “I love the beach”.
Today, I met a “car guy”….you know the kind….one who wears the shirt, the hat and discusses cars no matter what the conversation…even over the neighborhood BBQ hamburgers and potato salad. I love it! And in traveling around the nation a bit, I’ve quickly realized that east coast car guys are very different from west coast car guys. I went to a car show last month and I was “schooled”. Those on the east coast have clubs, have to painstakingly put their cars in storage many times due to weather and often specialize in foreign sports models. But the west coast car fanatics are a bit different I’m learning. Most are able to drive their vehicles all year round and many collect broad spectrums of cars….50’s Chevy to a brand new Ferrari.
And coming from a family of Michigan natives, those “car guys” are unique to themselves. My dad had a car with a record player in it back in the early 60s. And I think I’m cool with my SUV and an iPod…..I have no idea what cool is, but I’m learning. I love these “car guys” who are committed to fine machinery and craftmanship, timeless creative design and who exude dedication to maintenance and preservation. So to every “car guy and gal” out there, a big salute from every soccer mom in an SUV!