Surfing is one of those things. We used to go all the time. Then we had all those cute little ones that require a bit of watching while we are at the beach. Throw in my insane shark phobia that keeps me from going out in the water without Jason right beside me.
My surfboard collected dust. It saw the light of day for Shane's one year pictures, but that's it. So sad right? That very day I decided that 2012 would be the year that I would get back out in the ocean.
Shortly after, I finished reading the book For Women Only (totally recommend it). There is a whole chapter on how couples need to play together. I don't know how to golf, I'm horrible at frisbee, card games make me crazy, and I'm way past my snowboarding years. Never has there been a better time to revisit surfing.
We snuck away for a night last month for our anniversary, and you would not believe surprise and delight when I told Jason that he needed to pack two surfboards. What was a much needed getaway, turned into the most fun, refreshing, silly, twenty four hours in recent memory. The waves were perfect. The water was warm. I got pitched time and time again from my board, got tangled in my leash, inhaled saltwater, and finally, victoriously, caught a few waves.
It wasn't about the surfing. It was about us, our time together, floating on our boards, just like it used to be. Just like it still should be. If only for a day here and there.
You're never to old to play. Nor are you too old to learn how to surf. You can be a mom and still do cool things.
What fun, silly, activity could you and your husband go do? I dare you to try it. You won't regret it.