I spent one morning last week doing one of my very favorite things in the whole world: sitting on the beach and watching my small people play. For me, the beach is a sensory experience – the second I arrive, I’m overwhelmed by goodness. I love the salty smell, the sounds of the waves hitting the shore, the feel of warm sand between my toes and every time I’m mesmerized by the sight of the ocean as it exhibits the power that only it can.
Living in the middle of the country means we don’t often have the luxury of this sensory overload – and as my small people hit the sand and take off like mini-beach-missiles, I find myself, once again, longing to live on the coast.
They pitch sand. (of course they do).
They construct sandcastles.
And play beautifully with each other.
They sprint to the water and race to me, fingers speckled in the gold flecks that I have only ever seen here in San Diego on Coronado Island.
Screams of, “I’m rich!” punctuate the soft whoosh of the waves as the tide moves in. And then they are gone again, compelled to catch the gold as though it will buy them out of the years of school they have in their future.
But then they discover a plethora of sand dollars. And by plethora, I mean more than I have ever seen in one place at one time. Big ones, medium sized and teeny-tiny – all flecked with the same gold that decorates the sand.
Now THIS is rich. King Neptune has coughed up his treasure, drizzling it on the shores of Coronado for my children to gather, sand sliding between their fingers as they pick up one, then two, then a third… struggling to juggle their bounty in little hands.
And I am stuck. They are like wild children – their energy boundless.
I’m lucky. A witness to their joy. They are in love with life. And it loves them right back…. the sun, the surf, the sand… kissing their hair, caressing their toes.
I marveled at their amazement as a baby sea lion waddled from the surf just feet away from us, taking cover in the nearby rocks.
I’m mentally capturing this moment, trapping it like time in a bottle. It is always here that I am most reflective. I can hit pause and reset.
Where does their energy come from? Can I have some? Why can’t all kids have what they have?
Watching them overwhelms me with gratitude. And reaffirms my resolve to both push them to grow from carefree small people into big people who effect change and care about the world around them and to continue to model that behavior for them.
I think more kids deserve to have the same energy… the same carefree love of life. Funny to think it can start with something as small as breakfast, but it does. By now, (if you’ve spent any time on this site) you know child hunger is something I have written about many times and you also know my family and I are big fans of Kellogg’s – not only for breakfast, but for the work they do to SHARE BREAKFAST with hungry kids. It isn’t just what they put on our table in the morning, but what they do for kids who need the same kind of energy my small people already have. This is my second year working with Kellogg’s and I’ve been delighted to watch the progress of the Share Breakfast campaign…as I write, they are this close to being half way to their goal of donating one million breakfasts to children in need.
And one of the most extraordinary things about Share Breakfast? You can help simply by spreading the message. Tweet the message. Pin it. Watch the video with the amazing celebrity Taye Diggs. It is estimated that one in five kids is hungry. ONE IN FIVE. That is absurd. If they are hungry – they don’t have the energy to play and experience joy they way my small people were doing on the beach. And they definitely don’t have the ability to focus so they can learn in the classroom.
It’s so simple. Click. Watch. And Share.
As I mentioned above, I do work with Kellogg’s, however, all thoughts and opinions on this site are always the reflection of my own opinions.