With all the heavy, emotional, call to action posts I felt the need to step back and really think about what I wanted to write for you. I don’t want you to do anything, I don’t want you to be anything. Just come on vacation with me for a few minutes today, its a quick adventure and nothing too exciting but I did push myself to try something new and you know what, I survived.
I boogie boarded for the first time today.
I don’t really like the water, and or swimming for that matter and I especially don’t like salt water. I’m also not especially fond of looking like a fool in front of people I don’t know very well. In spite of all this and the fact that I didn’t even pack myself a swimsuit (this is how certain I was that I wasn’t going to get in the water) I ended up wet.
Christopher, my son was begging to go in the ocean, so I held his hand and stood in the waves with him. I didn’t have any problem doing this. The water was a bit cold but we adjusted quickly and it wasn’t bad at all. He asked to go a bit further in, by now his chest was getting pounded by the waves and he was giggling so hard he could hardly stand. I couldn’t help but smile and admit to myself that maybe I was having fun.
The others with us were all grabbing boogie boards and hitting the waves, they ranged in age from six to forty all having a great time. Christopher did not want to be left out. This meant I was going to get really wet, at least up to my waist, so I accepted it and I floated him out with his belly on the board and turned him to face the shore as he shook with the excitement of the waves coming to whisk him away.
I worried a little holding him there, he can’t swim well and I watched one after another of our group get pounded into the shore, disoriented and pulled under again before they finally came up for air. I was anxious, but Adam was waiting to catch him if anything untoward happened as he soared in. As the first good wave came I told him to hold on tight and pushed him off. He was laughing so loud and hard you had to laugh with him, it was contagious. Everyone in the group stopped to watch him his next few trips and he went and went until finally one wave hit him a bit too hard and he was ready to once again play in the sand.
What happened though, as I helped my son enjoy the water was a growing curiosity. I was intrigued enough by everybody’s enjoyment of the activity that I had to try it myself. So I went in as well, my shorts and tank top on… I didn’t have a bathing suit remember. I waited for that first wave, not quite sure what I was looking for, it was different doing this for myself vs. my son who didn’t require a big wave and started much closer to shore. As I caught that first wave, pushing off the ocean floor to get an extra burst of speed to carry me through I rose up and laughed with pure, unadulterated enjoyment. I was on top of the world in that moment, carried by the power of the ocean, simply an amazing feeling. As the afternoon passed and I went out again and again and I was glad for the experience and the company. I was told you could hear me laughing all the way up at the beach house.
I think maybe I’ll go out again tomorrow.
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