With increasing frequency, Miles has been asking us to leave his light on as he’s falling asleep. Tonight as we were tucking him in, Jaclyn flipped the overhead light off, leaving only the nite lite to illuminate the room. Miles immediately became agitated and pointed toward the corner of his room. “No, the dark!” he cried, indicating a spot cloaked in the shadow of his dresser.
“You don’t need to be afraid of it,” I said. “It’s just a shadow. Look, I’ve got a shadow!” I motioned toward the wall behind Miles where my shadow loomed large.
“Mommy has a shadow too!” Jaclyn said, joining in.
“And look!” I said, pointing behind Miles. “Miles has a shadow too!”
Well Miles wasn’t having any of it. “Nono…Miles doesn’t WANT a shadow!” he called, raising the toy he was holding, bounding over his pillow, and hitting the wall where his shadow was cast.
“Miles,” I tried to reason with him, “I don’t know what to tell you about that. You can’t get rid of your shadow.”
This did not sit well with the lad. And so the light stayed on, at least until he was asleep. We’ll need to find some way to improve child-shadow relations, although I’m not sure how to do that. Maybe we can schedule a play-date?