It’s Memorial Day weekend and all the beaches are officially opening for the summer season. YAY! Well…sort of. I’m excited about summer – it’s been too long a winter. But the beach? Not so excited about that.
We live fifteen minutes away from the beach and we love it during the fall and early spring when it’s not crowded and there’s no reason to go in the water. It’s calming and peaceful. Norrin plays in the big playground and he has a blast. But the Beach during the summer months is a whole different story.
As a kid, I loved going to the beach. I spent hours playing in the water until my skin wrinkled and my lips turned purple while my mother laid on the beach, soaking up the sun. The beach was liberating for me as a kid. My mom, who was usually strict, allowed me a little freedom knowing she was watching from a distance. The beach became the place I saw my mom for the woman she was before becoming a mother. It was a place where she spoke freely, where she reminisced about her youth and spending days at the beach.
As a single girl in my twenties, the beach represented a different kind of freedom. It was a place to go with girlfriends, a place to look at boys. I went with no worries and nothing to weigh me down. I went with my beach towel, my baby oil (yes, I said baby oil) and a good book. Nothing else was needed and nothing else mattered.
As a mom, a trip to the beach is a whole different scenario. A day at the beach can be fun but it isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. And taking kids to the beach takes planning, preparation and patience.
How do you feel about the beach?
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