“Mom, I don’t know how to say this, but…” I was tucking my ten-year-old son into bed.
“Well, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but you know how if there is a sale on at Eaton’s, you want to get there early.”
“Yes?” I wasn’t sure where this conversation was going.
“You want to get there early because the best stuff gets picked over first, right?”
“I suppose so.”
“Well, no offense, but you’re not getting any younger.”
“What are you on about?”
“Maybe you need to get out there before all the good ones are picked over.”
“Are you saying I should start dating?”
He nodded solemnly.
“Well, I’ll give it some thought.” It had been over six months since his father and I had separated, and dating was the furthest thing from my mind, but there was wisdom in those words. Still shattered from the unexpected end of a seventeen year relationship, I coped by going to bed early every night, and staying away from people. My son was probably right – avoiding life was not the answer – life was passing me by.
‘Obi-Wan Kenobe’, one of my friends called my son. From an early age, he has had an uncanny wisdom, well beyond his years. He’s my soul’s guardian.
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