I miss the beach
This might seem a pretty absurd statement considering that soft golden sand is now molding around my body and the sound of the waves gently lapping to shore fills my ears.
Kalyra is building sand castles and I am gazing to the rocky headland that juts out of the ocean on the other side of the curved bay, longing for the beach.
Not the beach as it is right now, me sitting here as a mother, but the beach of years ago when I was just me.
The days when I could lazily float on my back in the ocean or cuddle Craig while we swam about without any one to watch out for or tend to.
The rocky headlands now just remain in the distant as I sit and pine for the times I could stand up and walk from one end to the other, or run if I so felt like it.
Now with strollers and bags, and little legs that demand to be carried, it is just too much of an effort.
“Race you back to Daddy, Mum”
Those little legs race back to where our piles of stuff remains.
She fusses with her towel while she straightens it and removes all the sand.
“I know, why don’t we lie together on the sand for a little while.”
I’m desperate to grab some of that time from long ago, when I could lie all day with a good book, a journal, a sleep if I wanted, or even a sunset beer.
“Yeah, that would be great” she squeals enthusiastically.
She lasts a minute before her active four year old brain is up ready to explore and play.
Ahh. How many years will it be before we can have those ME beach moments back?
“Going to the beach with kids is pretty hard hey?” Craig remarks as we walk up to the cafe to get Kalrya something to eat.
“I was just thinking that”
Oh, how I miss the beach.