At bedtime last night, Parker and I had a deep and meaningful conversation about poetry. And quiche.
“One of the reasons I’m so proud of the way you read is because words are one of the most powerful tools you’ll ever have,” I explained to him.
“Thanks. Can I have more quiche tomorrow?”
“We’ll see… You know, whether you are reading them, writing them or speaking them, words can do so much. They can change what people think. They can change the world,” I said.
“Like if I said, ‘I want quiche,’ or ‘I want bacon,’ right? Those words would change what I ate,” Parker said with a yawn.
“Well, I suppose. But I’m telling you all this because I thought maybe we’d start listening to poetry every night just before bed. I’ll find short videos of famous poems. Poems are great because you get to decide what they mean.”
“OK. But can I have more quiche tomorrow?”
And so my brilliant plan for us to listen meaningfully to poetry… derailed by quiche.
Actually, it wasn’t derailed. We still listened. We may not do it every night, but most nights I’m going to try to find YouTube videos of famous writers reading one of their poems aloud. Last night we did Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise.”
And once Parker got his mind off quiche, he enjoyed it.
So this morning, I really had to reward him with… more quiche. For breakfast and for lunch. To round out the rest of the lunch, I also made a quick “sushi” roll of turkey and cheese on a whole-wheat tortilla.
Tonight… the road less traveled.