Smallest Moments, Mean the Most
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,...
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