Jumping waves and paddling have to be two of the most liberating activities it is possible to undertake. I was reminded of this truth when my husband and I brought our daughter to the beach in Bonmahon, recently. At 18 months, she was able to begin savouring the experience of sand and sea. Taking a few jaunty steps, she seemed to enjoy the softness under her toes. She has a bit of an obsession with water, so standing at the edge of the sea, waiting for it to rush in and soak her feet, also proved to be very popular. It was heartwarming just to be there, holding her hand, watching her pad along in her characterful walking style. There is something very calming about the way the sea moves with wavy, surf-edged gestures. I think she felt that too.
I was trying to think of subject matter for this blog post and decided I would write about my beautiful daughter. She has become so interactive and I’m constantly surprised by things she says and does.
At just 15 months old, she has picked up a couple of phrases: ‘What are you doing?’ and ‘Why is that?’ She also uses a range of single words such as ‘Hi’, ‘Bye’, ‘Yes’ and ‘No’. ‘Duck’ and ‘Bath’ have also recently joined her repertoire. She loves shouting ‘Bye, Dad!’ to my husband, any time he walks out of a door ahead of us and likes to greet and say her farewells to shoppers and shopkeepers alike.
I decided I had to post a poem in honour of All Ireland Poetry Day. The choice was easy as I’ve been looking back at Summer, feeling the familiar relief that it’s over and Autumn, in all its fiery brilliance is gaining prominence.