When you grow up I think you spend a lot of time while you’re not playing thinking of ways to make playing more fun. Maybe if you had a new toy car for instance (like the one in the commercial)! Maybe if you could go to camp for an extra week, and maybe this year you’ll get to have the sunfish on the first day instead of having to take a class before you can sail it.
I always wanted a big dog. My parents decided that a dachshund was perfectly adequate in the pet department, and got one that didn’t fetch, was too smart to do tricks, and thought rolling in dead stuff was about as good as it got. When water came near, she also went away. I guess that breed isn’t known for swimming, huh? When I was older they got our family’s first lab, but I was pretty much in college by then so I didn’t get a chance to really play with her much.
When you have a kid you want them to have the things you didn’t. You want them to enjoy the things you always wished you could. You almost want to relive your youth through them, but only the good parts. It makes you crazy when you take them to the movies all the time and they don’t appreciate that you’re parents NEVER did that for you (or at least never bought you all the popcorn you wanted). When they have a really nice bike and a playroom with a TV and too many toys to count and act like there’s nothing to do you want to shake them until their teeth rattle and scream in frustration at all the options they have that were never given you. Of course, you can’t. You can only hope that they get it and wonder what you did to your parents that was similar.
Then you get a day like this weekend. At the beach. Sunny, but not too hot. Water was cool but not cold, refreshing rather than uncomfortable. Wearing the Birdwell Beach Britches that your wife got you for your birthday (which were THE bathing suit you had to have when I was younger). Watching your kids play in the surf. Then letting the dog go join them…

That’s the stuff that you take with you as a parent. I’ll be replaying the two of them jumping around in the surf for months to come, and when people ask what I’m smiling about I’ll just say “nothing” because how can you explain it? Seeing your son exhibit uninhibited joy doing something you always wanted to do, not taking it for granted, not expecting it, and just having fun is an amazing thing. Our older lab doesn’t care for the waves, or maybe just doesn’t want to get hosed down afterwards. The new dog had never seen the ocean before but looks like a natural.

This was also the first year that my younger son actually played at the beach. I sat with him in my lap in the surf for about an hour and watched him splash the water and listened to him say “bubbles” and “fishies” and “waves” over and over. Amazing how it never gets boring, huh? Thanks in part to the older one, he also learned the art of throwing sand, which DID get old…

Next year he should be old enough to really enjoy some fishing. Needless to say, I intend to find out.
Anyway, it was a nice little trip. I can’t wait for next year, I should have something to take in the water then. 