Oceans for Emotions: Watch out ocean, the kids are coming
June 3, 2010 at 1:03 a.m.
Updated June 4, 2010 at 1:04 a.m.
By Elaine Wheat
"Suffer the little children to come unto me and forbid them not for such is the kingdom of God."
Today, school is out for the summer, so guess where I went?
When I saw the sea in the dawn's early light, I felt a need to warn it, "School's out!! Watch out, Sea, the kids are coming!!"
I wanted to sing like Simon and Garfunkel, "Hello Ocean, My old Friend, I've come to warn you once again; Tearing up all. There goes the sounds of silence."
Ocean, the kids are coming. They are going to run their jet skies, wind surfers and water skies all over your wrinkled forehead and whoop with joy.
The sands on your shores will be torn up by their four wheelers, duallys and dune buggies and they are going to cut donuts into your very flesh.
Your beach face will be covered with all sizes of sandcastles, that will pop up like the pimples they hate so much.
Your waves will have to change their rhythm to match the sounds of the boom, boom, boom, of their boom boxes. Don't worry about your fish, Ocean, for they will fishtail it out of there at the first sight of summer. They always seem to know that the kids are coming.
The ocean heard all of this and shook a watery finger at me and winked a wave. He gurgle-laughed, "Elaine, I know the kids are coming and I am excited. You see, Old Lady, it is my purpose to let them play and be happy. I look forward to the kids coming, and by the way, in the time frame of my existence, it wasn't long ago that you were one of the kids coming back each summer.
Dear Lord, thank You for helping me stop and realize that one of the main purposes of life is to find joy and pass that on to the next generations. After all, Lord, You were known for some pretty unbelievable things you did on and around the sea. We still call them miracles today.