The highlight of my long summer with the kids was watching them surf. Unlikley as it may sound, it's a family sport. It can be a drag getting packed for the beach, hoping you remember everything, and mediating fights in the car as you sit in a long line of traffic. But then the kids burst out onto the sand, and they are beyond happy. Good small waves are powerful draw, and my 5 year-old can stay in the surf for 2 hours with his boogie board. We stand nearby, of course, so we end up tag-teaming to stay out with him.
Then we tried the real thing. Kids (who can swim) are up and surfing within an hour of a kid-friendly lesson. Their light weight and low center of gravity make balancing easy. Watching them 'get it' is joyful and thrilling. But I couldn't just do it vicariously. I had a lesson, too, and actually stood up and caught some rides. I guess that's all it takes, because now I'm hooked. How surfing fits into my crazy lifestyle I haven't figured out. I just know that when I'm on the water, it feels like I'm a world away. I have to remember this: bringing the kids to the beach is a great idea, in any season. Even if they fight over beach gear in the parking lot.
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