Less than three years old children, to wear that pair of shoes, to wear that piece of clothing, already have their own opinion, sometimes adults have to say change, it is resolutely not. We got dressed and we set off. Go to a place where you can watch old ladies dancing in the square.
At half past six, it was basically dark, and the streetlights on both sides of the road were on, shining brightly, illuminating the entire city. The lively city thus opened up a wonderful night life in peace.
Small hands pull big hands, small children with a light step, seem to jump like a cute little rabbit, carefree stroll in the cool night.
"Baby, what do you see here?" I said, pointing to the shadow of the two of us on the ground.
"It's a shadow," Baby replied.
"Whose shadow is this?" I asked again.
"This is the baby's and this is daddy's" the child replied with a smile. When the child said the baby's, always that tone, I can not depict, the feeling is very high play, cute, and slightly with a bright laugh, so that people listen to a special happy.
"The baby knows that this is the shadow, but also can judge whose shadow, really powerful." I promptly recognized the child's performance.
"Baby, where did our shadow go?" By this time, it was far enough away from the streetlight that the shadow was basically invisible on the ground.
"Well, where did it go?" The child repeated my words as she searched for the disappearing shadow. Probably still too young, she didn't really know how she was supposed to look for it, but just looked in front of her, head down, looking left and right, muttering "Where did it go?"
"Look, the shadow is there again." I reminded the child.
"Ha, ha, there it is again, there it is again." The child saw the shadow reappearing on the ground in front of him, as if he had discovered a new continent, and repeated it excitedly in a silver-bell-like childish voice, as if he were talking to me or to himself.
As I walked, away from one streetlight and at the same time closer to another, the brightness and darkness of the shadows on the ground changed. Closer and closer to the streetlight in front of us, our shadows ran behind our bodies, so I asked my child, "Baby, look for it, where did our shadows run to?" The child still didn't know where to look, maybe this matter is still a difficult thing for the child. Seeing that the child could not look for the shadow behind him, I reminded him. "Baby, see what is behind you?"
The child's eyes widened and he turned to look behind himself.
"Ah, the shadow is here, running behind us, that's funny." For a child, this is already a funny thing. Maybe it's interesting, fun, and really simple for kids, and not like we adults think it is. We are not children, so we can't be completely clear about how children feel inside themselves, and we should stop judging their needs directly based on our own experiences. What does a child know about a fish that is not a fish? It's like there's a kind of cold called mom feels cold; there's a kind of like called mom feels like. It is better to let the child to decide their own interests and preferences, as a parent, there is the companionship and support.
In this way, we walked all the way, all the way to find the shadow, and soon the child will be able to find their own shadow. The silent path left me and my child's laughter.
A happy time with the child.
A happy time with the child.