80 degrees with just a touch of humidity, a slight breeze playing with Amber curls, and the crashing of the waves filled my senses as I sat looking over my pink painted toes to the ocean. Amber was in her element, somewhere she could dig in the sand and get dirty! We picked up pretty seashells and I built sandcastles for Amber to crash. We had the whole place to ourselves, except for a few old people loitering around. I adore old people! The wrinkles, their funny quirks, the rich wisdom and feisty character are things I find refreshing. Two of the older ladies passed us by as they were scavenging for pretty shells. Of course they had to stop and admire Amber, just like everyone does. The one asked if I was Amber’s caretaker, or her mother.
When I replied I was her mom she told me, “Really? Your her mother? We were so sure you were her caretaker! Well she’s a very lucky little girl to have you!”
My first response to her thinking I was Amber’s nanny was amusement. I know that I’m a young mother but do I really look that young?! My second response was sadness as I realized a different reason she might have assumed I was the nanny was the fact that not many moms stay at home with their precious babies anymore. But the last thing that stuck with me was her telling me how lucky Amber was to have me. Of course it filled me with happiness at the moment, but it also got me to thinking. I think, after all, that I am the lucky one!
I’m lucky because I have a wonderful husband who allows me to stay at home with my precious baby even if it means we live paycheck to paycheck and can’t afford things many others can. I’m lucky because I don’t have to miss out on building sandcastles or picking seashells with Amber and am building memories that will last a lifetime. I’m lucky to live in a country where I’m free and given the choice to stay home with my child and teach and love her in the way I feel is best.
Yes, after all I really am the lucky one. Lucky because I got to have a perfect day at the beach….