We share oceans in this family.
A sunny day in Waikiki. Spread out the towels and alternated between swimming and snacking on goldfish crackers. The girl continues to adore the ocean, though she has become (understatedly) territorial: became very upset, after we had already been swimming for a few hours.
"No Daddy, this is my ocean. You cannot come in!"
But I did not respect her wishes, I went in anyway, and she followed me out, until she was clinging to me with one hand and trying to hit me with the other, chirping angrily the whole time.
Loud little voice calling for me. I scurry in through the thick dark, around LEGO pieces and bottle caps and scissors and tiny monsters and I pick her up, and she clutches me in the fierceness that comes only with relief from panic and whispers…
"Daddy, I am sorry for screaming.
I just got a little bit scared of the moon and the dark.
But now I will try and be brave with you."
“You are brave,”
I whispered, holding her just tight of crushing.
”I will try and be brave with you.”