I have this heavy feeling in my chest. It’s anxiety but that good kind of anxiety, a ‘happy-anxious’ as I like to say. The kind that you feel when you look at your kids and you nearly burst at the seams with love, happiness and joy.
It all started with this, when we went on an outrigger ride one Saturday. Just my keiki and me. My son had fallen in love with paddling on that day and declared that he wanted to take it up. Forget baseball, this Spring he was all about paddling. He asked about it often as we passed Canoe Beach daily on his way to school, “when is paddling again, mom?”
Months passed and finally sign ups came. He was still up for it. So we signed him up…and he’s still in love, now more than ever.
And me? I’m happy-anxious, watching my little man out in the big sea. He’s so grown up all of a sudden, So independent. (He’s not even wearing a life jacket for god’s sake!). But he LOVES it. He’s so happy, excited and energized after each practice. It’s SO neat to see him so in love.
This is why we moved here. To take on new challenges, find new loves, hang out in the warm ocean waters. It’s so awesome, you know, in that happy-anxious, fantastic, kind of way.
Here are some pics…