go to the sea
As soon as we got home this afternoon I announced we were going to the beach. Granted, it would have been easier to stay at home and move through the daily routine of homework, dinner prep and witching hour, but the ocean was calling.
I cooked dinner while the kids ran around gathering swimwear and sunscreen and beach toys and half an hour later we were on the sand, grateful for the salt and the breeze and the space.
It’s so easy to get caught up in the busyness at this time of year and I felt it today; emails arrived thick and fast, two party invitations came home, drama rehearsals and concerts are fast approaching and, when I looked at my bank balance, I was sure it was missing a few zeros.
But then I consulted my festive season list, which told me to go to the sea.
And there, as I knew I would, I found breathing space, rejuvenation and, most importantly, perspective.
The kids swam, I paddled and we returned home sandy and hungry and happy.
I think it will be our summer routine…cook dinner by 4, spend an hour at the beach, come home to showers and PJs, an early dinner and stories before bed.