Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Notes From the Beach

  • My grandmother raised two sons in a house as big as this cottage: two bedrooms, one bathroom, a sitting room, and a kitchen just big enough to fit a table in the middle. It is, technically, all that a family of four needs, and both the best and worst thing about it is that you can hear one another all the time.
  • Taking a four- and five-year-old to the beach for the weekend is significantly easier than taking, say, a two- and three-year-old, mainly because they no longer want to be on the beach every single second of the day. They can dig in the sand beside the cottage while I wash up the breakfast dishes without succumbing all at once to the siren song of the lake and flying down the path down to the water, their pyjamas fluttering behind them.
  • Bub, while out for a sail with his grandfather on a windy day: "There's nothing in the Bakugan handbook about GIANT WAVES!" (Bub is capable now of original speech, but he still thoroughly enjoys the opportunity to pull an apt quote from a book or TV show when the opportunity arises.)
  • The children gave every evidence of enjoying themselves on our beach holiday, diving into their sand-digging, ice-cream-eating, and wave-jumping duties with gusto, but Bub nevertheless kept a careful eye on the schedule. "We're going home tomorrow, Mama!" he informed me Sunday morning, "and then we're never coming back here again." I half suspected him of missing his TV and computer, but when asked what was so great about home, the best he could do was to say, "We got a new house, and we pretended that it was our home, and we called it, 'The New House.'" This time last year, we sent the kids to the cottage with their grandparents while we unpacked from the move. I think Bub was enjoying himself this year, but he was anxious, wanting to check that his home was still here, the same as ever.
  • This is the first time since we moved that I've been away from home long enough for the house to feel a bit strange and new upon my return. I am enjoying afresh the softness of the carpets under my feet, the quantity of space and silence as we settle in today to a day of doing absolutely nothing.

8 comments:

Mouse said...

Scooter will still say, out of nowhere, "We used to live in Toronto and now we live in Springfield." He also insists that we will live in this house forever. He does OK when we're away, but he needs to know that we will be going back to the new house (which is still called the new house, even though it's 40+ years old and we've been there for 18 months).

Debbie said...

So sweet. My oldest kept talking about the "new people coming to live at the condo after we go home" while we were on holidays.

Mimi said...

Funny, that's the same train of thought we had at the cottage: this is a perfectly adequate dwelling, and yet, so much smaller than our home.

When we got back to 'civilization' we marveled at the sheer space of our house, and, even more, at the ceiling height: cottage = 7 feet, home = 10 feet.

What insight you have into Bub and his take on teh house.

the new girl said...

Sounds great.

It is so HOPEFUL to me that traveling with kids gets a little easier as they get older.

I couldn't imagine it getting much harder...

Kyla said...

Vacation is fun, but it always makes home seem that much sweeter.

Beck said...

My oldest daughter is very anxious whenever we even mention moving, which always makes us wonder what she loves so much about HERE? But it's all she's known and love it she does.

I have some longish, dull thoughts that in many ways, small houses are healthier for families - large houses allow too much separateness and not enough of that under-foot stuff that eventually forces people to either deal with each other. Or totally snap off.

Gwen said...

Sounds like your beach vacation was just as it should be. Now where are the pictures?

Patois said...

We have moved twice since my eldest was born. We moved out of the home we brought him home to when he was just about 1, so he has no memory of it. But he is quite the braggard about the fact that he has lived in three homes during his life. His younger sister, alas, has just lived in two. His younger brother, pour soul, only one. It is the youngest who is always pushing for us to move out of our glorious home. Just so he can have lived in more than one place.