The Beach in Winter

Finding a way for Charlie to be in the world, and a place in the world for him: This has become Jim's and my constant search. 

In the past year and three or four months, Charlie has, it seems, made a transition that, though inevitable, he certainly wasn't asking for or anticipating. Though he's just over 12 1/2 years old and, developmentally, much younger than many children his biological age, Charlie has physically ceased to be a child, at least in the eyes of the world. And while he's not yet a teenager, he has gone through the physical changes of puberty, with his voice changing, the appearance of facial hair, and—the thing no one can get over—adding several inches and a lot of muscle to his frame. 

Sometimes I feel as if (from this physical perspective), Charlie has gone from boy to guy/man and skipped whatever transitional part was inbetween. There has been no transition, no grace period, from boyhood into a big guy. While Charlie is still truly a child within, it often feels like he's been cast into a man-size body whose strength he's neither completely aware of, nor able to control. Aside from school and home, interior spaces seem booby-trapped with noises and clatter and voices and shelves of stuff; with people who Charlie–perhaps wishing to be social?–taps. I more than appreciate that, with Charlie around, we can get the last bottle of shampoo placed on the top shelf, even as I'm aware that the store seems smaller, its ceiling lower, when Charlie is present.

Saturday we went to see the ocean.


Charlie in the backseat of the white car en route to the beach Saturday morning 

The bay is right on the other wise of this fence, which is white from water freezing on it it.
Ocean water frozen on a wire fence
Frozen snow on the ocean.

Ice on the ocean
   

Here they'll be sand and waves in the summer

We ventured onto the beach.

Charlie and Jim walk to the beach in early January
 We've never gone to the beach in winter with Charlie. I think there were always worries about exposing him to snow and cold when he was younger, but he can take those fine now.

The sign reminds us to stay off the dunes 

Winter is the off-season at the beach.

Charlie and Jim on the beach 

Am now thinking, every season is beach season.

Father & son & ocean
     

And this is Charlie running on the beach in the wind and cold, his expression telling us, he's home.

Charlie at home by the ocean
 

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7 Responses to “The Beach in Winter”
  1. Bonnie says:

    Kristina, I am can totally relate to what you are saying about the whole growth and development thing. It almost seems unfair that our boys bodies seemingly advance faster than those in their age group, but their, oh, I hate to say intelligence, but their mentality I guess, is that of children much younger. Casey is head and shoulders over even 12 year olds I run into from his school (he being only 11 in September). And they are offering “Health” classes at school now and they want to know if I am going to allow Casey to participate. Well, despite his physicality and all that that entails, I have to say no, would I let my 5 or 6 year old do sex ed? It’s such a dichotomy. Just another thing we have to deal with in all our infinite wisdom!!! lol

  2. Jill says:

    Ah, puberty! My assistant teachers and I had an awful time of it when two of the boys in our class kept unzipping their pants and, how shall I put it? having fun with themselves in public.
    One of the kids had to be hospitalized because he was so enthusiastic about his newfound activity that he bled and the object of his interest became infected.
    When our single female student started menstruating things got worse because she wasn’t toilet trained and she had no idea how to change her sanitary napkins.
    Fun times.

  3. Leila says:

    Did he try to get in the water, or does he understand it’s too cold for that?
    The pictures are beautiful, I bet you all enjoyed the trip.

  4. Ohio Mom says:

    I grew up in NYC and we always made a pilgrimage to the beach in the winter — usually Rockaway — my mom loved the beach in winter. Curiously, she didn’t seem to like it that much in the summer.
    Your post makes me homesick!

  5. Regina says:

    Wow. The frozen water on the sand is really something. We’re further from our coast than you are from yours, so it seems more “hassle” to get it together, but once there…we know why we made the trip…something about the smell, surf and scope. Is that the same for you?
    Yep. The growing up piece, including the big s-e-x. In the past year our daughter grew a lot as well with all the associated stuff that goes with going from girl to woman. I hope I can do a good job of recognizing and keeping up with helping her with the practical realities, including safety and boundaries, related to that while also being respectful of the changes and feelings that are natural and expected. This would be true for any adolescent, and even if I wished otherwise, time and tide wait for no man. Wish me luck (smile).

  6. silimom says:

    Kristina, I have always appreciated how both you and Jim seem to meet Charlie where he is and take that into consideration when meeting his needs. You know your son so well and I appreciate your willingness to let us be a part of your experience as a family.
    I don’t think it’s over romanticizing Charlie’s situation by commenting on his love for the ocean and the fact that it’s a place where he feel comfortable and free to be himself (a feeling we often equate with the word “home”). We all have places where, I believe, we feel more attuned to the universe and our place in it. Kudos to you both for making sure Charlie has access to those places, both now and I’m sure in the future.
    And I bet people have said this before, but Charlie looks an awful lot like his mom! 🙂

  7. Hai Dang says:

    All three of my sons love the ocean. When my oldest son was between 6 and 8 years old, we took him to the beach almost every day even during the winter days when no one else was around. The open air, the smell of the ocean, the sand somehow give my children an “easy feeling” that they not find in other places. The beach was the place my oldest son learned his first words (water, sand, cloud, boat…) around 6 years of age. Your pictures brought back many great memories. I thank you for sharing them and hope that your team of three continue to have more great memories together.

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