The waves at the beach were roiling with foam and a current Sunday morning and we three had a good swim. But I don't think it was enough to suit Charlie's Platonic ideal of the ocean, as he got extremely upset in the car on the way home. We also think he was expressing his feelings about us not renting the beach house we did for five straight years. We park very near it when we go to the beach and Charlie seemed all right with walking by it earlier this summer, but clearly not now.
We had gone at low tide, but the waves were very strong and Jim had to insist to Charlie that he couldn't go out as far as the surfers.
We're thinking a bit of a break from the ocean would be the best thing. I know Charlie will insist on going, especially as he's off from school as of Wednesday. But perhaps he'll ultimately be relieved.
Lately something just isn't measuring up for him at the ocean. I suspect he's got a vision of it all being 'just like it was' when he was little and jumped for joy on the sand to see the waves. And then we go and it's all different now, with Charlie now grown so big but still needed more supervision than kids his age. He can switch back and forth from the Wiggles to John Coltrane and the Byrds on his iPad, but it's turning out to be far harder to navigate the beach as Charlie grows up -- not a surprise, really, considering how much he's always love loved it.