Dan and I would spend those same hours on the blanket, reading and people watching.
Every few minutes I would look up to make sure my “babies” were still in our field of vision.
Invariably, after a few successful runs on the board, the waves would pull them further down the shore. This always caused a slight panic if I could not find them instantly.
And so, the wave began….. When my eyes scanned the shoreline in a momentary panic, they would wave their hand as if to signal “Here I am, Mom. I’m ok.”
And then they would make their way back up the shore closer to our blanket.
That wave was reassurance enough that all was well and my boys were safe and having fun.
My children are grown now. My oldest is an attorney currently working in Doha, Qatar for several months. I’d be lying if I said I don’t feel a sense of panic at times… him being so far away from home in these uncertain times.
But this morning when I turned on my computer, I found an email with the words “the view from my window.” And this picture.
It was “my wave.”
His adult way of saying “here I am, Mom.”
“You’ll see me soon.”