Paddling {The Ordinary Moments}

One thing I remember so clearly from childhood is paddling on Brighton beach. We used to go at random times of the year – rainy October days for my Birthday or March when the beach was empty. We’d never go when the roads would be busy or the car parks full, would eat stinky egg sandwiches in the car and drink a thermos of over sweet tea. Those are the memories childhoods are made of.

So taking LP paddling just over a week ago was something I couldn’t wait to do – up until now she hadn’t paddled properly and hadn’t been on a beach often but she happily took her shoes and socks off and stepped into the water with me.

Paddling {The Ordinary Moments}

Seeing her little feet in the sea, the pebbles between her toes and the waves bubbling as they reached us was a perfect moment. She held my hand, giggled and shrieked. She picked up stones, threw them into the sea and clapped her hands in delight. We must have spent half an hour in the sea before our feet got cold and we had to step carefully back up the beach to dry off.

Paddling is such an ordinary moment, such a simple pleasure of not only childhood but adulthood alike. I loved paddling in the sea with LP and can’t wait to paddle with Little Man too. Next summer will be full of paddling moments!

8 thoughts on “Paddling {The Ordinary Moments}”

  1. I completely agree Donna, I have such fond memories of paddling in the sea with my Dad and even my grandparents- such a rite of passage as a little person! Especially in lovely Brighton! Such a simple moment but such a fond memory of my childhood. x

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  2. Oh that photo just makes me want to stick my own toes in the sea! Nothing beats paddling, does it? This year was the first year M really appreciated the pleasures of the sea too, although it terrified me quite how much he wanted to chuck his little self straight into a swirling Ocean! I think paddling might have been a little too subtle a concept for him…

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