"We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children."
~Native American Proverb
One
of the 99 reasons we moved to Costa Rica was so our children could
experience the wildlife there before it’s gone. Sadly, most of the critters
are, indeed, endangered and could disappear in their lifetime. I know
this firsthand because in 1987, my husband and I traveled to Costa Rica
where we beat the bush at Monteverde until we found the Golden Toad—a
fluorescent orange beauty endemic only to that cloud forest. Since that year, it has never been seen
again. When I learned of its fate some years later, I felt I’d lost a
friend. I believe you will not miss what
you have not known, so we took our kids to begin their love affairs with the
likes of monkeys, scarlet macaws, and sea turtles.
We were lucky to live near a prime nesting beach for
olive ridley and black turtles with an occasional leatherback. Many nights after dinner we checked the tide
chart, strapped on our headlamps, and drove our quads through the jungle to the
deserted beach with any combination of our four children who didn’t have
homework. On our playa there were
one or two guards hired by the developer who owned the property and
sometimes Ticos (Costa Ricans) camping under the trees, but
typically we were alone with the waves and the stars.
We’d kick off our flip-flops and head for the
tide line, strolling along the warm water’s edge and sending cascades of
phosphorescent creatures sparkling their bioluminescent light show before our
happy feet. Whenever we spotted turtle tracks heading up the beach, we'd followed
them with excitement, hoping to find a female digging her nest.
Once we found a turtle, we’d quietly set up camp
nearby. I’d pull a cool, cotton sheet
from our backpack and spread it out on the still-warm sand, then offer up some
bug spray and snacks. We’d lie on our
backs and have a moon bath, picking out all the constellations we knew for up
to an hour while the turtle worked, using her powerful back flippers to dig a
perfect hole and rocking her shell back and forth to scoop up every last bit of
sand she could reach, flinging it far and wide.
You haven’t lived until a sea turtle has flung sand in your hair.
Once the digging was done, she'd sigh and rest for a moment. Then we’d move in quietly
behind her to watch her deposit her clutch of about 100 ping-pong ball-like
eggs.
We’d retreat to our sheet while
she quickly filled in her hole, flipping sand all around her to camouflage her nest. Unfortunately, many Ticos and animals love to
eat turtle eggs and while she makes a valiant effort to hide her babies, it is
impossible for her to cover the wide tracks made by her shell and flippers as
she heaves herself back down the sand to her saltwater home.
We'd usually followed her to the water’s edge,
amazed by her speed and agility once she was back in the sea.
In the 8 months we lived in Costa Rica, my kids watched so
many sea turtles lay their eggs, they could all give guided tours, including
Bella, who was four. I hope some day
they’ll be able to bring their own kids to our beach, spread out a cool, cotton
sheet under the night sky, and remember the familiar whoosh of warm waves
gently kissing the sand while a mother sea turtle sighs nearby, her salty tears
flowing from the effort of ensuring the survival of her species.
Do your children love a particular natural place so much they'll miss it if it's gone? How could you deepen their connection to it?
KellyKittel currently lives on an island in Rhode Island with her
husband and the two youngest of their five children where she walks or
swims the beach daily but sees no sea turtles. She was recently
published in Getting Out: Your Guide to
Leaving America, which she does as often as possible, and Moose on the
Loose, a travel humor anthology.
She is currently writing a travel memoir about living in Costa Rica and
writes a blog, "Where in the World are the Kittels?”
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