The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be. ~Edgar Allen Poe
A part of loving a child, is really appreciating them for their humor, reasoning, intellect, innocence and for those unplanned, unexplained small moments that really bond adult and child. At least that’s my opinion. I mean there are many many more parts to loving a child like discipline, teaching respect, education and so on and so forth. But if you don’t truly appreciate them for who they are, then there’s a part missing, because like I said, it’s a PART of loving a child.
I love all aspects, well maybe not the disciplining them, but it goes with the territory. Recently, the small moments part really revealed itself to me through Kyle. My last blog touched on it, Music Reinforces Our Tight Bond, but there’s been more! I’m sure these small moments happen at a higher rate than I can see them. Let’s face it with running around checking off my task list and getting caught up in the pace of the day, I’m sure I’ve missed more than I’m aware. In my eyes, that’s fine as long as I catch and glimpse every now and again.
Last Sunday Kyle was at my house, winding down for the day. Lately, I’ve been struggling with Kyle regarding his reading. He loves to read, but this summer he hasn’t found much interest to get lost in the books. Now that school has started up, I thought he would get back to his routine and pick up where he left off. Nope. At least not just yet.
While sitting in the living-room Kyle got up and walked over to one of my bookshelves to examine the spines of the books. Yes, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, there’s nothing like the feel and the smell of an actual book, where you can turn the pages, makes notes in the margins, smudge up the pages with food and drink to later rediscover yours or someone’s past. There’s nothing wrong with digital books, I think they are great for traveling and such, but I still have an affinity for the real deal. The words on my pages and cover design will never change, unlike its digital sister.
Anyway, Kyle started to read the titles and question me about them. He saw the Mortal Instrument series and stopped and noted The City of Bones. We just saw that movie and now his interest was peeked, asking me which books are good. I love going through my past reads, introducing my old friends to my nephew. Then, he stopped at The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo trilogy. For some reason over the years those books keep catching his eye. They are the old plain covers with a small symbol on each in muted solid colors. Nothing flashy, yet intriguing to him. Personally, I loved those books, immensely and I told Kyle so. Of course, I had to sadly inform him they are more adult oriented and very violent, but really good reads. He just nodded and continued perusing, until he came on an old book with a red cover entitle Works of Edgar Allen Poe.
I’ve never seen another book with this cover, in fact I know it used to be a part of a larger collection of classic writers, but I have no idea what happened to the rest of the compilation. Somehow Mr. Poe has been following me over the years, hanging out on my bookshelf. It contains short stories, poems and essays. I’ve read through the entire book several times, but I can’t say in the past decade. During high school and college I would pull out stories and poems for a class project, but I haven’t sat and enjoyed his works in quite some time.
With a huge smile, I introduced Kyle to Edgar Allen Poe. I said, “Here buddy let me read you a few poems. Gigi used to read some of them to me when I was little and I loved them!” I opened up the aged pages and the first poem I saw was The Raven. Every time I think of that poem, the move The Crow starring Brandon Lee, the son of the famous Bruce Lee, comes to mind. Recapping the movie to Kyle, I dove right into the poem, since he didn’t seem to have a clue what I was talking about, nor did he care. When reading poetry, it’s so much fun to keep the rhythm and enunciate the words with gusto, to truly paint the picture. I must say I am pretty good at it, at least enough to capture some of Kyle’s attention.
After The Raven I moved onto mom’s favorite, Bells. Kyle listened, but I could tell he wasn’t too into it. He even said, “All I heard out of that was Bells. Bells, bells, bells, the ringing of the bells.” I laughed and said, “See! You enjoyed it and even started to memorize it!” I must say I was quite entertained and was loving the time, maybe not as much as Kyle, but I do believe he will remember it, just like I remember the first time I was introduced to Edgar Allen Poe.
I think I really lost him sometime around A Dream Within A Dream. Asking Kyle if I could read him a short story, he quickly said “No!”. I was really getting into this walk down memory lane and reading to Kyle once again. So that was a major disappointment. I’m not sure if it was the way I was projecting the poems, the idea of poetry or if the kind-of-creepy content threw Kyle over the edge. Yes, Bells is rather upbeat and cheery, yet it has the creepy dead thing about the content. Kyle hates suspense, thrillers or anything remotely scarey and disturbing. I’m sure he picked up on it, especially from The Raven. Note to self, maybe I should pick another classic to introduce to Kyle. Regardless, I enjoyed our small moments of togetherness and having the opportunity to read to Kyle again.
Putting the book aside to turn on the stove, Kyle and I had a great time on Labor Day making grape jelly. It was the day after we got back from our New York trip, What It Takes to Move a Tree Stand and What It Takes to Move a Tree Stand … Continued. Before we left, dad mentioned the grapes were ready to pick. So on Monday, Kyle had it in his head that he wanted to pick grapes. Not really on my list of desirableness, but I thought what the heck, I was just sitting around anyway.
We actually had a great time. It was nice and peaceful, except the two of us chit chatting occasionally. Seven and Scooby came out to join us and run around, as did Storm. She had a blast, running up and down the grape harbor, creeping among the leaves to pounce on our hands as we reached for grape bunches above our heads. It turned out to be a nice time full of accomplishments. We ended up with five or six brown grocery bags full of grapes.
Now what to do with them? Initially, Kyle wanted to make grape juice, except we still had grape juice from years ago we never drank. So we agreed upon grape jelly. We only made a few batches and gave the rest of the grapes to my cousin Karen for her crew to use up.
It was a fun day in the kitchen, even though my mom would probably disagree. I love knowing that Kyle is exposed to traditions, especially canning. He was even getting creative by substituting the sugar for honey. He was very proud of himself, as was I. It turned out to be another unplanned time to bond, and for that I am very thankful and blessed.
You can’t plan these small moments, just realize when they are present and soak them up like the sun, for they’ll disappear before you know it, like grape jelly.