The sacrifices we make

When I was a child I thought it would be the coolest thing to live near the ocean. I grew up in Michigan surrounded by beautiful lakes, but for some reason I thought the ocean was better.

Flash forward 20 years-I now live within a 30 minute drive of the ocean, and I hate it. Living near the ocean means putting up with:

   A. Hurricanes
   B. Expensive home insurance
   C. Beach goers clogging up the roads
   D. Feeling obligated to take my kids to the beach at minimum, once a year

So I took my kids to the beach today, and to no one’s surprise, they loved it. Here comes the real surprise-I liked it. Yes, I will actually admit that I had a good time, I have no idea how it happened. I even went by myself, with two kids, one who has absolutely no fear of anything (including drowning) and the other who is terrified of every wave that comes near her. But somehow I was annoyed when we had to leave in order to get home in time for the pest control guys to come (another bad thing about living near the ocean). I’m not sure what exactly changed here, but maybe it was because my kids were so happy, it suddenly became worth it to me.

And what surprised me even more about our ocean trip was that I felt great, the whole time, and I still feel great afterword. Since I had Jackson and my health went in the crapper, it’s always been a huge sacrifice to take the kids anywhere, and I mostly did it for my sanity, not personal enjoyment. It was nice to really enjoy an activity with my kids.

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