Today being forecast to tip 40 degrees, and with us living by the beach, well it was no wonder that we ended up dipping our toes in the bay waters and shoving our feet into the sand.
But it wasn’t this fact alone that had me grateful today. Rather it was the smallest event that had me going “awww.”
A small event, with huge repercussions.
Hubbie and I were sitting on the sand observing baby girl splash some distance away, jumping over small waves in the shallow stretch of water. She suddenly came to a stop, and we saw she was holding something.
“Has she got a ball?” I asked. We couldn’t tell. But she had this thing in her hand, and she looked around, uncertain, before she started charging for the sand.
As she got closer it became apparent that the glint of silver in her hand, was a can.
Litter. Left in the water.
She carried this empty soft drink can, this 6 year-old girl who doesn’t even come to us when beckoned. She ran across the sand, her eyes darting everywhere, passing over us as she went. She got to the big red and yellow bins and paused, uncertain where to put the can when there was so much overflowing trash.
Hubbie got up to tell her the yellow one was for recycling. And as she passed me to go back into the water, I had to grab her attention, and tell her something important.
“You taking that can out of the water… that is amazing. You know how proud Mummy is of you? Well done honey.”
She didn’t smile but she held her head high as her feet led her to the water, lifting her arms up in a bit of a muscle pose.
And then she went on again, splashing in the water and making random friends with other kids.
Just another day in the life of my mini environmental warrior. 😍🌊❤