Kids catching lobsters washed up on the beach gave me a good reminder about abundance of gratitude.
On the second morning of our recent visit to T’s grandparents’ cottage, we went for a walk by the beach, an activity T enjoyed several times a day.
We stumbled upon three boys carrying buckets and excitedly catching lobsters!
In the 19 years I had visited the cottage, this was the first time the hubby and I had seen such a thing – and we guessed it was a combination of the high winds the previous day and low tide.
I thought this is what childhood summers are all about. It felt joyful and T (pictured below on the left) excitedly inserted himself into the play.
The hubby and I got into it too, although he went into the water and I stayed close to shore. 😆
The kids made it look so easy, as we didn’t have any luck finding a single lobster.
But we did encounter our inner child.
The kids caught five lobsters – tiny, a pound each, but nonetheless exciting – and their parents asked them to release them back in the water.
This moment made me think about how fleeting life is – the good, like joy and success, and the bad, like stress and anxiety.
Very few things are truly permanent nor ours to keep – regardless of how much we want to hang onto the moment and bottle it up forever.
It’s a reminder to weather the rushing rivers that always lead to calm waters.
And to be present for the good stuff. To enjoy the experience then let it go – and have faith there are more good times ahead.
Speaking of fleeting, T ran back to the cottage to pee and that was the end of lobsters for him.
And of course, I didn’t know it at the time, but I would get very sick the following morning.
But before all that, and later that night, T and I had fun spontaneously digging up a few dozen quahogs at low tide sunset.
I do so wish I could bottle up this moment forever – but it was what it was and I look for these moments throughout each day.
They are often small – like our bike rides after dinner, T reading with me, swimming at the outdoor pool, or this rainy morning when T got up early and gave me a warm good morning hug.
This past Sunday, I got quite cranky in the car, because we were late for a family lunch – avoidable, but some people *ackem* have issues with getting ready on time.
Trying to diffuse the snark between the hubby and I, T spoke up and told me, “Think of the happy stuff and ignore the bad stuff.”
This, coming from a kid who often gets escalated, cranky and angry, was quite rich.
But I did smile, calm down and hung onto that unexpected feeling of joy and pride.
Then I let it go.