Saturday, June 27, 2009

Me and my shadow

We took a family walk in the late afternoon. We greeted the face tree, we identified some tree species, and then we conceded to the heat and humidity and cut our customary path short. We don't usually approach home from the west. E ran up the hill and played on the front yard. L ambled along dragging her doll and her snack, poking at fallen leaves, attempting to remove air caps from tires (I stopped her, but we had a few differences of opinion on the necessity of my strictness) and feeding a few grapes from her snack bag to the storm drains.

So it was just the two of us, her sister, her daddy and grandparents long out of view, when we crested the hill and the sunlight hit us directly from behind. Dis! L inquired, and kicked at the ground in front of her. "That's your shadow, love," I explained. Although how do explain something you can see but not feel, moves as you move, and disappears when you run from it behind a tree? So she came back to the middle of the street and gestured a little more forcefully. Dis! DIS!

She tried to walk around it as it danced to the side with her. She dodged left but it anticipated her. Angrily, she ran again behind another tree, and of course by hiding in its shade her twin disappeared.

So she returned, cautiously, to the middle of the street. Of course, the little gray girl was there, too. And then what she did qualifies as one of those moments that reminds me she isn't a complete clone of her sister, because while E would have been screaming by now at not having outwitted the intangible enemy, L had a change of heart and sat down to make proper acquaintances.

Watching my girl plop her tushie on the blacktop, I was grateful yet again that we live on a Street of Very Little Traffic. (And yes, I hovered. But to the side, because shadow art was in the making.) Dis? she said again, less angrily. "Shadow, love. That's called your shadow." Dough, she said, pointing at where her facade's belly lay against a manhole cover, dough.

And then she stood again. She pulled her doll back up to her shoulder and we walked home. I was there, with my long shadow. And she was there, bouncing from one leg to another, her shadow leading the way home, the shape of a little girl who lifts her feet up high, whose head is framed by wispy curls, and whose doll's chenille strand hair hung from her left shoulder like handlebar streamers. And in a but a blink, we were home. Pin It

3 comments:

Ninotchka said...

This is so lovely. You must print it to give to her someday. ;)

aunt angie said...

I try really hard not to comment on every post of yours, because (a) I'm an internet stranger and that would be kind of weird and (b) "oh my gosh this is so great" sounds really old and tired the 5th time you say it and (c) the fact that now my entire extended family uses the word "puh-china" really only reinforces (a) so should I really tell you?

But this is an exceptionally wonderful story - what you get exactly right are those magical moments of watching and waiting to see how this little person will decide to process this new information when so many pieces of information every day are still so new. It tells you something about who they are, and who you are, and it can make you see the world with fresher eyes, where you appreciate shadows and underpants and unlocked minivan doors just a little bit more.

Megan@SortaCrunchy said...

AJ recently discovered her shadow, too, and it is pretty magical.

Good for you, mama, for taking time to write down so many of these powerful, beautiful, and lovely moments in the day. Your writing often just makes my heart happy and nudges the worn-out motivation to get my own careful recording work up and going again.