Balancing Act

“Come to me, that’s it, a little further,” Sherry called out.

“Why are you indulging her?” Phil questions everything. “She might get bit.”

“She’ll be fine, quit worrying. It’s great for balance.”

“She could do this inside, it’s easier.”

“Ten more minutes.” Sherry is trying to ignore his negative energy. “Phil, just go inside. Let us finish here, please.”

He couldn’t walk any faster.

“Good girl Penny, keep going!” Walking like a drunk sailor, Penny has reached her Mother’s legs. Squealing in delight, Sherry picks her up. In between kisses, Sherry pauses. “This will help you in more ways than one, sweet girl.”

Grounding on the earth has helped with sleep and inflammation. Sherry hopes to teach her daughter, allowing her the choice to a natural approach. “Good habits start early, young lady!”

Phil has rejoined them. “Let’s go to Durbin State Park. The beach there is never busy with folks.”

Sherry agrees. “The beach will do us good.”

When they arrive, there is something amiss. Plastic bottles, beer cans strewn everywhere. Littered with chip bags, plastic bags and food containers. Pristine no more.

“What the heck happened here?” Phil is pacing around noticing there is nowhere to sit. “Looks like there was a party. Why would anyone leave it like this?” His anger is apparent.

Sherry packed up snacks, drinks and a kitchen trash bag for this outing. As she and Penny bend down, their hands take turns grabbing trash. It’s become a game. She turns to Phil, pointing proudly at their daughter. Her grin says it all!