Shadow

The Batsman has discovered his shadow these last few days. As the sun has begun to beam off the paving in our back yard, he has begun to notice his shadow. He makes shapes and giggles excitedly at the discovery of his own movement cast on the ground by the sun. It is a joyful thing to watch.

I have discovered some of my own shadow in the last few weeks too. Not the fun kind of shadow that the Batsman is playing with but the darker sadder kind of shadow. It’s the kind of shadow that can sometimes hang around, unwanted and wearing, especially for a gal with a new baby. My shadow is the one where I am hard on myself and expect way too much, worry about getting things ticked off on a list, feel overwhelmed and slightly panicky about how much there is to do in a day and whether I am up for the task of mothering two small boys. It’s not the kind of shadow that is your friend like the shadow the Batsman has found. It’s more like one I need to encourage to move on. I’m watching this shadow, keeping an eye on it and I won’t let it get to me too much.


I think I just need to play out in the sun with the Batsman a bit more.