There’s a special place my kids go, a place where they could easily spend hours. It’s quiet, it can be surreal, and it can be loads of fun. It’s a place where they are all equal, even my son who’s normally in a wheelchair.
Underwater, the rest of the world doesn’t exist, and nor can it be heard.
Underwater, gravity doesn’t pull us down, we can be suspended and touching nothing.
Underwater, the problems of the dry world above are not a concern.
I remember, as a child, dreaming of being able to breathe underwater, and staying there for good. I used to think how wonderful it would be to live my life as a mermaid. I’m pretty sure that thought goes through the minds of my children, that their imaginations take them to new and exciting worlds where dolphins and whales are counted as friends, and funny little fish are confidants of our deepest secrets.
Sigh. If only that world existed. If only we could submerge ourselves under the water and not have to come up for air. If only we could forget the stress caused by our real world problems and spend our days with the dolphins. How wonderfully simple our lives would be!