A Day at the Beach

My son came running into the house the other day ecstatic beyond words. He had just been invited to a party and it involved swimming, After rummaging through his backpack he pulled out the invitation with large letters announcing "Beach party".

There would be a sandcastle contest, hot dog BBQ, cake, and all the swimming you could stand, best of all, families were invited! Of course my first thought was that his dad could take him, he always takes the swim detail, but of course this very important date was when he would be away on his one business trip of the summer. My second thought was to make up some excuse as to why there was something vastly more exciting to do on the day of his best friends birthday party. No there wasn't any way around it, I would need to take him.

Itook my bathing suit out of its hiding spot. It had been so long since I've worn it I had conveniently forgotten where I had left it. I hung it on the wall and stared at it for a while. It didn't look so bad, not too gaudy or low cut. It covered all the right places. But then again it wasn't on my body yet.

My happy son went scampering up to the party as I strolled along sharing greetings with the Moms and Dads of his friends along the way, all packed up for some fun in the sun. As I reluctantly followed my son down to the water, looking none too happy I am sure, the mom of the birthday boy approached, She grinned at me and explained that her son had begged for this party over her many objections. He said to her, 'Mom a day at the beach is a day in a bathing suit. What could be more fun?" How could she argue with that?