Lessons from the Beach

One of the earliest memories I have as a child is walking barefoot on the beach with my dad. We lived in a house beside the ocean, so we walked along the shore nearly every day in the summer. Sometimes I held his hand; other times he gave me a piggyback ride, especially when my legs got tired on the walk back home.

My father always loved the ocean, so living in Ocean Bluff must have been a dream come true. Of course it was only natural he would expect his kids to love the ocean too. My mom, on the other hand, preferred sunbathing and wading — anything to keep her hair from getting wet.

Standing below my childhood home in Ocean Bluff, MA (2017)

I’m sure one of my parents’ greatest concerns was making sure their kids could swim. With waves crashing just a few feet below our patio, the fear of drowning was very real. I was probably around 7 years old when my brother and I were signed up for Red Cross swimming lessons held at a neighboring beach. We rode our bikes to the early morning lessons after school let out for the summer. I remember how cold that water was, and how my lips were blue and my teeth were chattering all the way home. I just jumped in the water and did what I was told figuring that was the quickest way I could get out and get warm again!

I’m not sure what those lessons accomplished, but I didn’t learn to swim. I think I got the basics of treading water, but that was about it. I also remember going to a summer camp that had an indoor pool, the first one I had ever seen. I was always the only kid in the shallow end, watching the other kids jumping and splashing around in the deep end. I didn’t learn to swim there either.

My cousins had an in-ground pool in their back yard. One Fourth of July we drove over there for a family gathering. I think my dad secretly hoped this would be  the day I would finally learn to swim. I watched him with envy as he dove off the diving board again and again. He made it look so easy! He kept encouraging me, telling me I could do it, but he didn’t pressure me.

I was tired of clinging to the edge. I remember slowly walking out onto that diving board, taking a deep breath, and jumping off.

I was terrified, but knowing my dad was watching me and was close by gave me the courage I needed to take that leap. And even though I got water up my nose, I didn’t drown. I bobbed to the surface and felt such a rush of excitement. I did it! I absolutely loved it and spent the rest of that day diving into the pool.

I knew swimming in the ocean would be different, but now I had the skills — and confidence — I needed to swim in deeper water. My dad taught me how to float, dive under the waves, body surf and snorkel. After that, I pretty much lived in the ocean every summer until we moved away.

To this day, even though I live far away from my childhood home, the ocean is my still happy place. It makes me think of my dad and the amazing times we shared together.

Just like my Heavenly Father, I will always love him for giving me the courage to leap, and for staying close enough to rescue me if I fall below the surface.

4 thoughts on “Lessons from the Beach

  1. Jeff Allen says:

    I also have such fond memories from Uncle Fred and the ocean bluff home, he is missed so much. He butterfly stitch my foot from cutting it on a razor clam and the zig zag shorts he cut for me and the treasure maps exchanged with Kevin and of course the stuffed sea clams, never has tasted one as good as those and the northeaster waves crashing against the wall and deck. those were the good ol’ days

    • Dawn says:

      Jeff,
      I sure do miss those days too, but look forward to a happy reunion with my dad in our forever home!
      😊 Dawn

  2. I remember many years ago hearing one of my teachers describing the ultimate, exuberant feeling every time she dived into water. I couldn’t identify with her words.Years later when I learned to fly, I thought of that teacher’s description of the exuberance, and I realized I–a non-swimmer–finally understood what she meant, because that’s how I felt every time I pushed in the throttle and roared skyward! Reading your essay, I realized that you, I and that long-ago teacher experienced the same fine exuberance–doing different things!
    I very much enjoy reading your words, Dawn! Andre has shared them before.

    • Dawn says:

      Thank you so much, Rose, for sharing this insight. What a blessing that we are each able to feel such exuberance in trying new things, and then exhilaration as we refine these unique gifts during our lifetime! I must say, I am particularly excited that I will able to float in the Dead Sea during our upcoming trip to Israel. I’ll be thinking of my dad, knowing he would love that experience too. 😊

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