You know in the movie Jaws when the boys steer clear of the beach after the first attack choosing instead to stay where it's "safe" in the channel close to the rocks only to discover the shark is there? Ya, me too.
I honestly don't know what to say here but that living in a town by the water where there are dangers only keeps the community away for so long. Eventually, the ocean calls, and the question becomes do we get back in the water or will we let fear take over and stay away forever? I'm still in the stay away column!
For me, the ocean is to look at and meditate by so that calling isn't something to which I can relate, and as a mom, I'm petrified. But, my boys have saltwater in their veins, so I just hold my breath, pray real hard, and try to keep myself busy until they get back (and text the hub for an update like every 10 mins).
I know this is a much safer spot near the harbor and nowhere near their usual beach where the attack took place, and Thank God that young man is recovering well. But, I just want them home, ok?! Of course, through all the worry, I know these boys are having a blast, so I'm trying my best to give 'em the space to do what feeds their soul. I just hope nothing tries to feed on them! 🙏
