How Do You Handle The Waves?

Photo courtesy of morguefile.com
Photo courtesy of morguefile.com

LIfe is a lot like an ocean’s wave. We wait with anticipation as the wave rises out of the water’s surface hoping the wave will climb and climb. All the while, the white foam curls around the top like a lip. The wave is smiling at us. But the wave is going to crash and you’d better not be standing under it because it will flip you, toss you, and drag you. And if you’re not careful it will drown you.

I grew up at the beach. I learned at an early age how to handle the waves. You can jump them or swim through them. You can even ride them. But it only takes one time for the wave to grab you and turn you upside down; salt-water rushing up your nose. You can’t tell where the sky is and you don’t know how long it’s going to be before the wave slams you on the ground and when it does dump you at the edge you’ll be covered in sand in places you didn’t even know existed.

Life is all about how we handle the waves. Our ocean is a little rough right now. Our puppy had surgery and the surgery caused a complication.It’s going to be weeks before we know if he’s totally healed. Plus we have a few family members who insist on getting caught in the undertow. Some want to be dragged out and one, well, she thinks she’s surfing so I guess it doesn’t matter, in her world she’s having fun.

I want to grab a good book, a beach chair and plop myself down in the sun. I want to listen to the roar of the ocean and smell the salt air. If I’m lucky, I’ll find a few pieces of blue and green sea glass. I have no interest in riding the waves today. I want to spend time with my children before they get to the other end of the beach and I’m nothing more than a glance over their tanned shoulders.

But the ocean is calling and its wrapping its cold hands around my ankles. My toes sink deeply into the pebbled sand. Will I jump or dive? Or will the ocean win this round? Nope, not today.

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16 thoughts on “How Do You Handle The Waves?

  1. I hope your puppy heals perfectly. Farley, my wheaten, has lyme’s disease when he was year hold. It was a terrible two months, but he healed fine and is now 7 and perfectly healthy. I’m sending your pup some get well soon vibes.

    1. Thank you, Kristina. His back leg was knuckling which was the complication from the surgery. The concern was it spreading into the other leg, but he’s doing it less and less so that’s a great sign. He’s recovering nicely from the surgery. He has to wear the Cone of Shame, and he hates it, but that’s only for a couple of weeks. I’m sorry your pup had Lyme’s. But I’m so glad he’s healed and it’s a thing of the past.

      Good luck with your book launch of Descent. I’m looking forward to reading it.

      1. I bought a cone of shame for Farley that is made of hard cloth and sits backward on the dog instead of forward so it’s much easier for the dog. I’ll see if I can dig up a photo for you.

    1. Thank you for sharing the adorable photo of Farley! His reverse cone reminded me of the cape I wear when I go to the hair salon. Was the cone sturdy? Munson is a chewer. I’m afraid he’d figure out how to get around something like that and chew at his stitches. I’ve also seen the padded cone that looks like the plastic one. Some of the reviews say their dog didn’t like it because they couldn’t see through the cone. Ugh. Dogging parenting is almost as hard as real parenting!

  2. Funny. I caught up with this after spending a day at the beach earlier this week. Nice analogy, esp of your kids looking over their tanned shoulders. Their growing up messes with a mamma sometimes. Near which beach did you grow up?

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