Yesterday, as Simon begged and begged me to go to the beach, I looked at three different weather reports with a furrowed brow, trying to convince myself that the overcast sky would magically disappear. I tried bribing him with a trip to the playground just around the corner with a friend instead, or baking together at home…but I had mentioned the beach on the day before, and so the beach it had to be. I explained to him that it might rain, and we might not get to stay outside for a long time in the sand. He simply looked up at me and said: “I don’t mind the rain Mumma, I promise.” I could tell he really meant it.
So we packed our beach things, and headed off. I wondered if I was being foolish for giving in to his wishes. I decided to stick to a local beach that is very inexpensive, that way if we did end up having to leave after a short visit, we would still have gotten our money’s worth, and there would not be a long drive to get home. As long as there is both sand and water, Simon is happy.
Despite all of my weather worries, it turned out to be one of the best beach days I have ever had. There were not very many people there, because of the weather, so it was quiet and we had plenty of space to ourselves. We drove plastic trucks in the sand, made castles, played in the water together, collected bits of nature, had a splash fight, and bought a picnic lunch from the snack stand. In the end, we stayed for almost five hours. There was gentle, sprinkling rain almost the whole time, but it didn’t matter at all, because we were wet anyway. As long as I kept the camera covered, we were all set.
At one point, when we were out in the water, deep enough that I had to be holding Simon in my arms or it would have been over his head, he leaned in, gave me a kiss and said “I love you Mumma! I like going to the beach with you.” I melted, and I knew then that I had made the right choice letting him talk me into a beach trip. Often, toddlers really do have the right idea about how to live life.