It seems like every blogger I “know” is moving this summer.  And today’s guest host, Me:Daily?  Is no exception.  An yet somehow, amidst packing/unpacking, moving, starting a brand new job, and guiding her family through it all, she still managed to pull out a brilliantly funny post for ya’ll!  Me:Daily is a refreshing read filled with the ups, downs, and sideways that is life.  
Today’s post is all about the destination at the end of the road trip – because what good are the hours in a car if you don’t end up at a beach??
Better than an enema 
…or the baby suppositories I’ve become so familiar with.
It’s that time again; hot, hot heat is making waves across the country while the people of this nation are hitting the roads and skies to vacate their day to days. 
Growing up in Florida didn’t relay the kind of lifestyle that was timed by seasonal vacations. The skies were always blue (unless they were a thunderous deep gray) and the beach was always ready to gift sand crotches and sun burns. 
On the coast, ocean life is a fear, but not prevalent enough to keep people out of the water. I once saw a video of a shark swimming only feet away from unknowing swimmers on the news. And have you heard the story about the uncle who dragged the shark that bit off his niece’s finger (or arm, or whatever) to shore to retrieve the missing body part? What about the story of the kid (or adult, whoever) who was bit in knee deep water? No? True stories, I swear. 
It was those stories that were swimming through my head as I took my one year old into the water for the first time. Yet another burden of motherhood that none of those all-knowing parenting books fail to warn you about; you can and will think of every worst scenario for you and your children. And yes, sometimes it’s tear inducing. And no, I don’t need another thing in my life that makes me seem any more emotionally unstable.
As his little toes dangled in the water like tasty bait, I wondered if his dislike for the waves of the ocean were something I should force him through or take sign of and escort him back to the sand for. I chose the first. I mean, really. How many people take their babies to the beach without anything happening? Of all the people at all the beaches around the world, is it really going to be us at this time? The numbers are on my side. 
We splashed and bounced and sing song-ed the baby cries away. We stood in shallow water, floating farther away from our spot on the beach with each rolling wave. Nervous giggles flowed as bottom dwelling shells tickled our feet. My sister was holding the baby when, without warning, her face turned white and she began panicking toward the shore. Oh crap, it’s happening. Stomping over the water quickly brought us dripping onto the sand. 
We stood on the shore, looking out to the ocean as my sister explained that she saw shark swimming only feet away from us. She guessed it was about 5 feet long. We strained, hoping to get another glimpse, but the only thing visible was white sea foam bubbling from the crash of the waves and little brown floaters left by a mother who’d just finalized her argument against sun damage and beach going altogether.  


MommaKiss August 5, 2010 at 3:44 am

oh, hello, how RUDE of me. clicked over from me daily, but love your blog Lil Mrs. Honeymoon.

MommaKiss August 5, 2010 at 3:43 am

So here's my deal. I grew up on Lake Superior. Cold, fresh water – and was still skerd of sharks. Now living near Boston and in cold, salt water…I'm terrified to go in past my ankles.
Unless I have to pee. Do they avoid pee? Please say yes.

The Empress July 31, 2010 at 6:34 am

oh my gosh… that stuff never happens!! incredible, and you are still so calm…

happy to see you getting out! I miss you.

Sarah July 29, 2010 at 1:16 am

Seriously?!? Wow. Wouldn't blame you if you only brought him to the pool instead of the beach.

Also, sand crotches? Golden!!

alicia July 28, 2010 at 11:53 pm

Wow. Really? What's the chances? It's like the odds of crashing in a plane. Tough one as a mother. I guess you can't prevent your kiddos from living as much as you'd like to bundle them up and keep them in a bubble for life. I say all this and I don't live anywhere near oceans or sharks… haha. But in all honesty, I've lived my entire life afraid- of almost everything. Afraid to live. And I've finally reached a point in my life where I'm ready. I want to take risks and live. Don't have any answers. Good read. So nice to hear your words. Even if they are scary as heck.

Gigi July 28, 2010 at 12:55 pm

consider it being "christened" of sorts!!!

Sandra July 28, 2010 at 6:10 am

That's just great, like I don't already worry about enough…we are going to Florida for the first time this summer, and we were really playing up the swimming in the ocean bit…now, maybe not…
Glad your child still has all ten fingers and toes!

Erin I'm Gonna Kill Him July 28, 2010 at 4:05 am

That would keep me dry for life. Show your 1 year old Jaws, like my husband did for our 2 year old. He'll never want to go in again.

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