The Season of Sandy Paws
Years before we moved to the beach, I began saving seaside stuff—tropical watercolor art, seashells, and signs like these:
The signs took up space in my Georgia home, waiting to become relevant. The seashells comprised a collection in the center console of my car, and what began as two or three turned into so many over the years that I had to clear out a few to make room for new ones after every seaside vacation. With an “ocean devotion” like mine, it would seem that an eventual move to the beach was a foregone conclusion.
But the truth is, it wasn’t.
Yes, my love of—and yearning for—the sea was apparent to anyone paying attention. But a passion for something doesn’t always translate into successful action. There were a lot of things that had to happen before the hubster and I could turn this into a reality. I’m just lucky that he was on board, because it required both of us to make it happen. And more than that, the timing had to be right.
My “ocean devotion” didn’t occur out of the blue. It’s been with me forever. But marriage, kids, and life happened, and those things don’t always lead us to sandy beaches. In our case, life and career aspirations delivered us to Atlanta, and that’s where we put down our roots because it made sense at the time. We loved the area when we first moved there and stayed just shy of thirty years. That’s a long time in one place. We nurtured our marriage there, raised our kids there, and built amazing friends-who-are-now-family relationships there. I wouldn’t trade that phase of our lives for anything. But when the timing was right, we entered a new phase:
There are so many phases in our lives. As you look back on yours, what do they look like? You can pick them out, and though they may be similar to mine, some will be different. If you were in the military, that was a phase of your life. College was a phase, too. Do you have kids? Then you may have old calendars filled with play dates, park trips, soccer tryouts, little league games, gymnastic meets, dance recitals, PTA meetings—you get the idea. That, too, is a phase of life which, once over, does not repeat, even if the little chicks fly back home to roost for a time. So many parts of our lives are tied to time, circumstance, and our own personal growth.
This new season of my life has seen me reflect on all the other phases from my childhood to young adulthood, as a newlywed wife, mother of young kids, mother of grown kids, author, and other phases in between. One of these days (no pressure, kids . . . well, okay, maybe a little 😉 ) I hope to add “grandmother” to the list. Like “wife” and “mother of grown kids,” that’s one that won’t end until I do.
So many phases, so many seasons.
The hubster and I have dubbed this our Season of Sandy Paws, redolent with the scent of salt air and new adventures, and I am beyond grateful. I don’t know what will follow this. We never know, of course, not really. We make assumptions, we hope, we plan and work hard, but our phases/seasons are not always ours to decide.
What title best describes the current phase of your life? How would you name it? Season of _____________. Please share in the comments how you filled in the blank. What season do you hope to embrace in the future? What title would you give to the one you’ve yet to begin?
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