June blogger of the month Greta Funk shares her dreams of water, glorious water, in a landlocked state.
Every day, I open Facebook and Instagram, and I see them….pictures of hot pink pedicured toes by the pool, sparkling blue waves crashing against the golden sand of the beach. I see sunshine hitting the smooth tan legs of a mother who is watching her children splash in the cool chlorined water, buoyed by brand new, just-for-this-summer arm floaties.
I scroll through picture after picture of a summer spent in and by the water. Surrounded by concrete or sand, it doesn’t matter…it’s all refreshing and relaxing to those mothers and their children (okay, maybe not relaxing to all of the mothers, just the ones with older kids).
And then I roll out of bed and groggily make breakfast for a house full of children who will eat it while watching one of their favorite television episodes for the 37th time. Later, they might jump on the trampoline (if it’s not too hot) or play in the shaded sandbox while I make lunch and then dinner and break up arguments (or ignore them). I will read a book to the background noise of a toddler who is all boy, vrooming his various cars over my legs and the table, two girls playing pretend, showing me dress up outfit after dress up outfit, and an older boy who only occasionally comes downstairs to show me and tell me all about his newest Lego creation.
There will be pool time eventually, when my husband is home from traveling long enough to clean our small backyard pool up, or when I decide that it’s hot enough and I’m feeling brave enough to take my four to a public swimming hole. But seeing the beach and feeling the sand in our toes is unlikely for this landlocked Kansas family.
At least I know that I can always live vicariously through vacationers’ and east and west coasters’ photos. And maybe get a bright coral pedicure once in a while, so when we do brave the pool, I’ll be able to share my own sun-drenched picture with the world.