Now that they’re not toddlers, the girls transition between the light and dark better than I do. Their short memories allow them be present in the light’s absence or presence without thinking about what it might be otherwise. They adjust to blackout shades and blue skies, to reading bedtime stories in a sun-drenched living room. They accept the clock and its stern green numbers telling them to go to bed despite the light. On winter mornings, they walk to school in the dark and walk home from school in the twilight. They’ll happily ski on lit trails. To them, light isn’t good and dark isn’t evil. Light and dark are just present or absent, part of the flux of the seasons.
Beautiful writing from Nicole Stellon O’Donnell in Literary Mama with “Seven Minutes Less”. I love reading about parenting experiences in different parts of the world. I once wrote a couple of posts here with some of my mother’s own recollections of parenting my brother and me in Iraq.