Scary Sand June 27, 2008Posted by gordonwatts in life.
Lots of things in life are acquired tastes. For example, I’ve been told beer is not something you are born liking. Other things you don’t have to be taught — like ice cream. Under that latter classification I would have included sun, the beach, and the ocean.
Last weekend, with Paula out of town and my sister visiting, we decided to take Julia to the beach for the first time this year. She has been in the surf before, actually, but she was so young she probably doesn’t remember (she loved it). This time, as soon as we were at the edge of the sand my sister and I removed our shoes. She didn’t look happy. Then she got really unhappy when we removed hers and realized we expected her to walk on the sand barefoot. We finally had to put her shoes back on. And she was also quite vocally angry that we didn’t have out shoes on. She kept grabbing them and trying to get us to put them on. In the end we had to carry her across the sand.
Looking at the water made her cry. Finally, seeing all the other kids around her having a fantastic time, she allowed herself to be put down. But wanted to immediately walk away from the water and only with tightly gripping my hand (much tighter than she normally does).
Yes. We have a weird kid. But hey, look at the parents. We should count ourselves lucky, I guess.