like sand and the waves

I was lucky enough and my pregnant mamas held off long enough that I was able to go to the beach for a few days last week. I had so much fun. The boys loved the pirate ship and we saw many dolphins. Lola and Dodge and I went snorkeling and seeing Dodge swim and grin up at me with those beautiful eyes and smile warmed my soul. Lola is almost a teenager and I relish in the fact that I am her best friend most of the time. I know this won't last so I am enjoying my deeply evolved soul of a daughter. She got that name because of that soul we saw even before her birth. But one of my best lessons was from baby Levi. He was mad that we wouldn't let him do something (2 1/2 years old!) and he put his finger out at me and pointed with anger. He then angrily poked that finger into the sand and dug furiously. I stood and watched him and waited. Than in rolled a little wave of white foam. It went right over his angry scribble scrabble and magicaly melted back into sand. I thought of impermanence. That it, and we and or life and our anger are not permanent, or at least they don't have to be. It is we who keep binging back those angry fingers. Who keep getting stuck in the past stuck in the mind. Levi on the other hand just looked and said "wer'd it go?" Than the anger and the angry feeling were gone and he ran giggling into the sea. While I watched, stunned and grateful, reminded of impermanence.