Monday, July 11, 2011

Four Daughters-Together at the beach

Four daughters so much alike
Hating the similarities
Laying claim to the differences

Mom observes.

Four daughters in conflict
Erupting like a pressure built volcano
After years of smoldering

Mom expects it.

Four daughters, each on their own journey
Sure footed on the path of life
Unaware of sinkholes, certain of destinations

Mom prays.

Four daughters
Adult women all
Birthing Babies, Reading Books, Drinking Wine

Mom rests in it.

This piece was written during our first ever - mom, daughters, children week in Ocean City, NJ.  I am the Mom.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

T*I*R*E*D Scribbler

I have been resting up hard this last week, having returned from an exhausting week the one before at the beach, with 4 daughters, 8 grandkids, and enough snacks to feed the seagull population of Ocean City single handedly. 

You might think it was a grammatical error adding the snacks to a list which included people, but I am sure the snacks were alive. They multiplied. I had a large orange bowl and placed several snack type food items in it for 'beach days' consumption.
 
Each day we carried a bag filled with the usual shovels,pails, lotion and snacks down to the water. We placed our chairs and my massive umbrella in an organized manner at the exact level of where the high tide water line would be expected, then we sat and waited. 

We waited for hungry children, flying seagulls, annoying smokers, beach tag checkers, and high tide. We watched for drowning children, other people's small kids stealing our beach toys, debris, (one hates litter on a pristine south Jersey beach ) and high tide. We alternated running back and forth between house and beach, beach and water, kids and chairs, and trash can and blankets. We traded snacks, shared towels, complained about ugly swimwear passing, and wished we had energy to run, jog, swim with dolphins or play beach volleyball. We moved the chairs and massive umbrella from where the high tide line should have been to where it was, at least twice every day. 

We consumed snacks.They multiplied.

Results astounded me, as I packed to return home on Saturday morning. I had MORE food than when I left the Saturday earlier! How did I come home with graham crackers , for instance? I didn't take, eat or even see graham crackers, and there were 8 young eating everything, always hungry, beach grands in close proximity to the orange snack bowl at all times!

What about Oreos? Why didn't they multiply??

I am exhausted. Even as I write this Blog, I am too tired to go fix myself food for lunch.  I have some mean left-overs waiting inside that refrigerator door, I might mention.  Furthermore, yesterday I learned of a new taste treat from daughter Becca- spreading Nutella on a banana before you pop it into your mouth for a nutritious snack :-) . With a little energy I could go buy a banana( since I already have Nutella), but then I'd have to buy marshmallows and chocolate, in order to make s'mores with those leftover, who bought them? graham crackers.....

Do you see why I am so tired?

Believe it or not, just for a glimpse into my mind.....for those curious friends reading this Blog.... when I sat down to write this Blog, my subject matter was Working on Joy.  Interesting diversionary tactic employed. :-) 

Now I'm hungry and tired.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Seven Days at the Beach in June

 Saturday: FINALLY!!!!!

                             
Sunday: Fathers Day with no father at the beach feeling slightly alone in a crowd of children and grands.

    

Monday: Confusion, clutter, and chaos cannot consume contentment and calm within.
                           
Tuesday: 6:00 am wake up call from home. Thanking God for Joshua, thief stopper. Young friend blinded by pepper spray and sin. Perfect, Andy's dog died. How imperfect. 
                              
Wednesday: Rides for the kids in the 90* sun. Walk on the beach to a restaurant for burgers & fries. Mack 'N  Manco Pizza/ Kohr's/ Fudge

                               
Thursday: All Day Beach Day. Raindrops, sunshine, wind blown umbrella. Nachos - nice. Photo session at sunset on the beach.

                  
Friday: Sunrise over the ocean. Seagulls and silliness and sand. Eating leftovers and playing Pictionary.

                        
Saturday: ALREADY???