Back before Daylight Saving Time made its return, and the afternoon sun was still low and golden, I caught my shadow at the bus stop while waiting to greet my now not-so-wee bairn. I’ve since been gently alerted that my presence is no longer needed for this. It’s a once-a-week ritual that I’ve enjoyed. And I’m not banished, of course — just not necessary. Somewhere I heard something to the effect that the end goal of good parenting is to make yourself obsolete. I’m in no rush, but, no doubt, on the right track.
Text and photo by Kevin Gutting
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