One of our kids sleeps with his light on.
I have absolutely no idea how he does it, but somehow he manages to zonk out each and every night with his room as bright as if it were midday on the first of July.
I can remember thinking it was weird, this new habit of his. Like I should be “doing something” about it. Encouraging him that he didn’t need it and that he’d be fine without it.
But he was resolute, so I backed off and the light stayed on.
And truth be told, I still turn it off every night before going to bed — but not without first sneaking one last peek.
One quick little glance. Just a moment really.
But that 5 seconds or 10 seconds or however long it lasts fills me with so much love that, well…
I don’t have to tell you do I?
I bet you’re feeling it right now even thinking about it.
So I guess it also goes without saying that I hope this new little habit of his sticks around for a while.
Or else I’m going to have to go out and buy a flashlight…