To The School Bus Stop, October

As my daughters get older and we stop going to playgrounds I draw fewer children . I always assumed it would be this way. But there are still plenty of people to note in passing. Especially those who, like this morning, demonstrate the measures sometimes required to get a child out of the house trauma-free. Often such measures don’t feel like trouble or inconvenience: if we grumble then it’s 95% facade, just enough to acknowledge their acknowledgment of the above and beyond they’re receiving this morning.

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