As parents, everything we do takes time. Those who have children, more specifically small children, or children with special needs understand this task.
Nothing, is easy anymore and even going to the bathroom could cause a meltdown.
This process never stops it becomes a part of everything you do, anywhere you go.
I think it gets easier.
It is that time of year again where the beach becomes our second home.
The beach has always been a favorite spot of ours. I have been going since I was little and both the boys have been to the beach since they were just a few weeks old.
Taking a baby on the go and one toddler with special needs it is a great deal of work, but it still manages to be a special place.
Nonetheless, is has had its moments.
When Theodore was a year old we had a beach incident. Although, we had been a million times he still managed to spice things up.
This particular time he ended up in the sand face first, all because he wiggled out of his seat. He had sand in his mouth and throat. He was not breathing and barely responding.
9-1-1 was called.
Finally, we were able to get the sand out and he came back to us. What was probably only a minute, felt like a bajillion and his life flashed before our eyes.
These fearful things can happen right in front of you. It happened to us. We were simply setting up the umbrella and he decided he didn’t want to be in his seat anymore. Although, we were right there I know we weren’t fast enough. I know we could have done more. I know we could have been watching him closer.
Most children would have been able to get themselves out of this incident, but because Theodore was so small and weak he wasn’t able to save himself.
I’m thankful we were there. I’m thankful we decided accidents happen. I’m thankful we continue to face our fears and head to the beach.
I fear many incidents and daily tasks, but I can’t let my fear keep us from showing the boys the world. Although, I still have fear, I have a new found joy for the beach.
As if I didn’t love it before, I now have found it more special. It has become special because I see their joy.
The boys have changed our beach routine.
Sometimes heading to the beach takes forever, and other times we work like a well oiled machine. Each of us has a job, we always pack everything including the kitchen sink……. BUT we love their excitement of the sand and the sea.
Both of them love the beach in their own ways.
This is good for my soul.
Oliver is everywhere, eating the sand, digging with his hands, nothing hold him down and this will continue as he grows.
Theodore loves the sand between his toes, and throwing his toys in the sand. He is now getting stronger and I trust him a little more around the sand, but I still fear.
Oliver loves the rushing water on his bum and Theodore loves being in the waves.
They both love the sound of the ocean and beach naps.
I am thankful I get to watch their joy grow. I am anticipating when they will start making their way down the beach and when they will begin exploring sea life in all its beauties. Sometimes, I wonder what this will look like for Theodore, but I have to stay hopeful his strength will come.
I will, Report to Duty, in pushing aside fear and focusing on the joy. I will continue to take them to the beach and share this love. I will teach them and promote exploration. I will surpass my anxieties and I will show them the world.
I hope you all can do the same.
Until Next Time,
Reporting to Duty