along the shores of Cape Cod

Along the Shores of Cape Cod is where all my darling three have made their home, their memories and life. It is a place that get’s into one’s marrow and becomes as much a part of who you are as the color of your eyes. My kids have learned so many things that would never of been apart of our lives by living anywhere else. In this small seaside village of Woods Hole we learn how to be very flexible since the weather and the mood of the sky can change in a moments notice. We learn how to be strong since it is one of the hardest places to survive and thrive. Not only physically at times with storms carving out parts of our secret places along a cove or a corner lot once owned by a seaman’s grandson now just a abandoned cedar lair. But as well emotionally. When the winters come and creates a solitude where only waves and wind and salt lye steady and friends and family leave, the smell of barbecues and sun screen a distant memory. Economically as well hardships exist. To create an income on these tourist play grounds and second homes boarded to make ready for another possible damaging winter. We hope that our money will stretch to another season. My kids also have learned to share. They have these places of wide open shores and the boardwalks and special vistas all year then come June to have to step aside as summer residence pull into their once vacant drive ways and beach lots once with huddled seagulls now fill with cars and mini vans. The haves, as we so honestly call them, come to take their claim of what sat still the entire off season. Gate keepers waving us to go back and my kids must learn to understand that these special shores are not ours for this time. But we know to be patient and soon enough we will re-claim them again as our own beaches and shell orchards. My kids learn to be proud of who they are since there is no one to judge but ourselves. We step a bit differently in this world but we are o.k. with that. In fact maybe even a little proud. We learn self love since it is up to us to move ahead into a spinning world. One of germs that can hurt and authority who can make hurtful judgements. We see in color and we keep our feet sturdy in the sand and our heads to the sky. We rejoice in our lives and try and live in the day. It does not always turn out so poetic and some days the baby screams and the mommy gets upset, but to be here through all of it. Along the Shores of Cape Cod, we find our home.