Seasons to Remember

You can’t deny it . . .  fall is on the horizon. This realization hit me when my Google calendar suddenly flipped from July to August. We returned from two weeks overseas and found Halloween candy in the stores.

I am looking forward to fall though, but honestly, it has nothing to do with pumpkin spice latté. I’m ready to welcome the cooler sweater weather, colorful leaves, and college football. I long to sleep at night again with the windows wide open!

As a kid, I lived for summer. When your childhood home is on the ocean, you spend the entire winter dreaming about the days when you can run barefoot in the sand. I loved those carefree surf-filled sunny days, and listening to the waves crashing beneath my window at night. They are memories that truly stay with you for a lifetime.

Years later, my folks moved to the mountains of southwestern Maine and I discovered a new love for pine forests, fall foliage, and maple syrup. I saw my first moose and fed a chickadee from my hand. I went apple picking and even tried snowshoeing. And of all the Christmas mornings I can remember, nothing compared to waking up in the mountains with snow falling and a fire crackling in the wood stove.

I will always have fond memories of my childhood summers on the beach. Time has passed and I have lots of new memories of summers spent at the beach and in the mountains with my own children. And as the calendar flips to a new month, a new season, or a new year, I will look forward to many more seasons in my life, shared with friends and family, creating memories to cherish forever.

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.