Parenthood is HARD.
It’s messy. The job is never done. Sometimes you feel like you have no control. It’s overwhelming. Sometimes it doesn’t go as planned. But all those hard moments are totally worth it. They are worth it because along with those moments, come the magical moments. The oh-so-special moments that make you grin from ear to ear and radiate happiness.
It’s in those moments that your heart feels full. You can’t peel your eyes away. The entire world melts and all you can see or hear or feel is that moment. It’s these moments that make parenthood the best job in the entire world.
This past week my little family was vacationing in California. After three days of slightly cold weather and rain, I was a bit bummed. Yes, I was enjoying myself and we were making the best of it, but it wasn’t what I had imagined it would be. When we planned our vacation, we planned to spend it entirely outside under the California sun. Every activity was outside. So the rain really put a damper on things. We had to switch it up and make new plans indoors, on the fly.
Late afternoon on our fourth day, the rain stopped and the sun began to shine. We were already in Laguna at the beach, enjoying California despite the weather. When all of a sudden, completely out of the blue and unbeknownst to us, the sun peeked out. It was a glorious moment. My heart felt happy.
But not just because of the sun. Because of what happened next.
We spent the entire evening playing at the beach. Running from the water as the tides came higher and higher on the shore. Chasing the birds and watching them fly away. Writing our names in the sand. Simply soaking in the sunshine we hadn’t felt in way too long.
The moment meant the world to me. It was the vacation I planned. The one I wanted. I do not remember every moment, but I remember the overwhelming joy that swept over me. Watching Atlas play. Watching him and his daddy jump up from the water in an attempt not to get wet. A failed attempt. By the end of the evening all of our jeans were soaked.
The image of Atlas refusing to put his feet in the sand will stay with me forever. He wanted nothing to do with it, at first. We would attempt to put him down and he would just hover above the sand. If we set him in it, he would cry and reach up for us. It was “icky” and “ew”. Although it wasn’t the night before. Even so, experiencing everything from the arms of mommy or daddy, he loved the beach. It might have made the day even sweeter. He conquered the fear after about an hour, but only for a short while. Thank goodness for water shoes.
When I think back to 2016 California, this is what I want to remember. Us, just being us, on a beach under the sun. That’s doing California right.