|"Lobstering" at the Bangor Children's Museum|
And speaking of S, visiting Maine presents the opportunity for our daughter to be a country kid—one who runs around barefoot, catches hermit crabs in her bare hands, and swims in the icy Atlantic. Did our little city girl do all these things? Not exactly—but she was barefoot from time to time, she saw a hermit crab, and she dipped not one, but several, toes in the ocean.
She also got a few mosquito bites—which might have made the biggest impact on S. I mean, she’s pretty excited about it. Yesterday at naptime, she fell asleep with her finger on the bite on her wrist and today, as we climbed into the car to return to real life (daycare for S and work for me), she talked about how her bug bite was going to school with her. I guess I’m glad she has a new friend.
But mostly, I’m glad that I can share a bit of my childhood with S—to teach her to dig for mussels in the mud, to cast her fishing line in the water, and to spot a seal’s shiny head amidst bobbing lobster buoys. And maybe next summer we'll work on swatting away mosquitos.