It is very pretty there, lots of green grass and clean toilets and places to play. Since the tide was out a bit, lots of beach too. There was some kind of hawk that came by three times and grabbed a fish and then flew around the peninsula with it in its claws. I was amazed by how far it flew with it. But my children were oblivious to the whole thing as they splashed around in the water.
They are all so different and yet so predictable. Baby girl took no time to make new friends and leave the group. The cautious one who only goes as far as I told her, only daring after everyone else, keeps coming back to check in and show me her treasures. The next one is bold, the only one to come with a swimsuit, out in the water, pushing the limits. And the boy finding stuff, mostly seaweed, and creating props for the game he just created for them to play. The artsy one is drawing in the sand, putting shells and rocks in beautiful shapes and patterns.
There were lots of others at the beach. As I watched them, I wondered what my children will be like all grown up. Will they be hanging out with all their friends at the beach being silly and somewhat obnoxious? Will they be good mommies and daddies playing with their little ones in the water? Will they tell their kids to go ask Grandma? Or will they be sitting up on the grass in the shade, reading a book. Will they always find joy being together as a family? I wonder where their predictable personalities will take them in this world.
I have been blessed to enjoy every stage of childhood that my children have gone through. I don't long for those past. I am glad to be through with those stages of my life. Maybe that is because I am so looking forward to seeing what comes next.
No comments:
Post a Comment