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All to myself

All to myself

Spring time.  Late spring.  Mother and child?  Grandma, granddaughter?  I wasn’t sure.  I was spying.  Observing.  Here’s what was clear:  they had one another all to each other.  As well as the beach, for that matter.

I do not have the opportunity to see this very often.  My job can lend itself to my being a little tainted from time to time.  Cynical about how adults treat their children.  I’ve seen the worst of the worst and, unfortunately, I know that I haven’t seen the worst yet.

Another day for those thoughts.  This was a gift to observe, a child being indulged and spent time with.  Every child deserves this.

So does every adult.