I took four kids to the beach today. My older cousin, Emine abla took Baba to the hospital to get his prescriptions. The younger pregnant one, Gizem, was tired and stayed at the house with her 2 year old, and I took my three and Duru to the beach.
Walking down the path - Teoman spotted our beach friend's grandma. She is Russian and speaks neither Turkish or English, but they ran and caught up to her anyhow and walked beside her. The woman suddenly had three children she had to cross the road with, whether she wanted to or not. The path to the beach is between houses in a community, so the "streets" we cross are quiet and small - so it wasn't actually a concern of mine, but it was nice having a pseudo extra person. I didn't want an extra child - but I hadn't wanted to stay around the house longer either. Duru isn't terrible - it's just hard to motivate myself to take on an extra child. The sea was clear and Tuana charged right in ... I guess she missed the sea. So did Teoman and Tomris, as all four of us bobbed around the light waves. Tuana was lifting her feet and kicking - and in the end, she put her head on my shoulder and might have even slept - it was such a good day at the beach. But I had to keep it short because Duru was still recovering from sunburn - and my kids were having meltdowns too. So, while they complained, I packed up.
My beach friend said I should have a monument next to the ridiculous white bear for bringing all four today. I know in my heart how much I fail each day - but I felt boosted by her appreciation anyhow.
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