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.