One great advice I’ve received about finding balance in life is a metaphor about tides.
Tides are described as “the rise and fall of sea levels caused by the combined effects of the gravitational forces exerted by the Moon and the Sun, and the rotation of the Earth.”
My colleague’s advice is deceptively simple but wise: when tide waters come in, swim. If treading water is all you’re able to do, you’re doing great!
When tide waters recede, take time to catch up on things you never get to do during turbulent times.
It’s a great metaphor that applies to anyone. When viewed as a busy working special needs parent, the advice boils down to: take advantage of the bits of downtime that life blesses you with.
This summer, we were blessed with nearly two weeks of relaxation in August to visit T’s Grammy and Grandad in the East Coast.
After a challenging Spring of simultaneous virtual schooling and work, I took full advantage of this gift of time: I did not log into work once, I went to the gym and I inhaled the salt water air.
On our last day at my in-laws’ cottage, we were blessed with a beautiful low tide morning. The waters receded and exposed sandbars.
T, his cousin, Aunt, grandparents, the hubby and I joined other locals to walk leisurely bare feet on the shallow water and sandbars.
T busied himself by helping dig up quahogs and crabs. The hubby was especially great at knowing where to dig up quahogs.
Together, we collected quite the stash (see photo at the top) and even found a large one!
In the past, the hubby would cook the quahogs into a yummy chowder. But there’s been reports of a mysterious neurological condition affecting locals that’s been linked to eating wild quahogs.
So no thanks! We have enough neurological-based challenges that’s keeping us very busy!
So we left the quahogs alone and they all eventually buried themselves back in the sand. It’s quite marvelous how they do this!
T also found small crabs and even larger ones (above) and also jellyfish (below).
Myself? I zoned out. My mind drifted off into my quiet, calm and happy place – that the hubby jokingly refers to as “La Isla Bonita.”
I watched T and his cousin enjoy themselves. I let the shallow refreshing water sway back and forth above my ankles. I silently prayed to give thanks for the two weeks of restful bliss.
We then went back inside to have lunch and to enjoy the final hours of our vacation before we had to head back home early next morning.
Outside, tide waters started to come into the bay.