Jetties make me nervous. Big ones, little ones; it’s the whole idea of leaning over the edge, tipping your weight just a little too far, too late to go back and falling that gets me.
Being a mother of pushy-shovey-jumpy boys for the last 12 years, you’d think that I’d be somewhat more relaxed about being on a jetty with them? Nope!
We were in Mandurah recently, taking a walk along the Mandjar Bay Foreshore and Dolphin Quay, when we came across a little jetty. It was tiny. But it was a still about 2m above the water.
My boys couldn’t contain themselves. Walked right up to the edge. Hooked their elbows on a post and leaned out as far as possible.
Found another post and spun themselves until they were dizzy and walked funny.
Lay flat as a pancake and dangled their heads over the edge.
Found a ladder and took turns to climb down. Of course! That’s what ladders are for!
If you ever see me out with all of my kids, you’ll notice that I have a constant pained expression on my face – as if something bad could happen at any time.
My loving expression only happens when I tuck them into bed each night and plant a kiss on their forehead. My job for the day is done.