We are currently in Maine for a few days. My parents have a beach house that they offered to us and we couldn’t be more grateful for the escape and change of scenery. Somehow quarantining Oceanside has a different feel…my parents may need to use force to get us to leave.
Today was our first full day at the beach and we didn’t miss a second of precious beach time- it also helped that the temperatures were at least 10 degrees cooler on the beach on this scorcher of a day…The girls were in the icy cold water before 9am and only came up for air and snacks.
After dinner, the tide was going out, so we headed back to the beach to look for treasure. As we walked along the shore, eyes peeled for sea glass, pretty shells, and anything heart shaped I spotted someone in the water paddle-boarding. “Hey! Look at that person out there!”
Adi and Rose adjusted their gaze to follow my pointing finger.
“Oh. He’s shipping,” Rose said nonchalantly and then returned to looking for golden treasure.
“No. He’s skiing,” Adi corrected Rose, confidently.
I kept walking, thinking about how my girls were using what they know to make sense of the world. My eyes were back on the sand. Noticing. Footprints. Shoe prints. Bird claws. Dog paws. All different shapes and sizes. Isn’t that what we’re all trying to to?
Make sense of the world?