A child’s ability to find fun and enjoyment is as limitless as their imagination.
The calming breezy saltwater bay ushered in the next wave of our family summer vacation.
After a short visit from T’s aunt and cousin, we headed off early Friday morning on a 16-hour drive for our annual visit with T’s grandparents, who live in a small Acadian town in New Brunswick.
T loves it here, because his grandparents adore him and he enjoys running around the beach.
I believe in the soul-soothing healing qualities of saltwater air and the sound of waves.
Children like T need this calm from the storm – as do their parents! – and I am thankful for this break for T and us to create positive memories.
T quickly loses himself in play on the sand or throwing rocks into the water.
He even made himself comfortable in the crawl space under their deck – which transformed into a cave in his imagination.
After breakfast one morning, T and I went for a long walk by the water.
There’s always something interesting to find on the beach – shells, rocks, sea glass or dead crabs.
T decided to collect crabs and I helped him carry as many as I could.
Then T dug up several holes and buried them one by one in the ground.
He then found round pebbles and used them as tombstones for the crabs – humming The Bee Gees’ Staying Alive as he laid them out.
This kid has a wicked sense of humour, whether it was intentional or not.
Afterwards, he found a flat patch of sand and used his fingers to spell out Crab Semetary (sic).
The next morning, T went out to look for his graveyard and said that it was gone.
I explained to him the tide must’ve come and washed it away.
Instead of getting crabby, the new day brought a clean slate for T to find another adventure for his imagination to run wild with.