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The flip side of failure

Parenting for Character and Success

Questionable parenting with the Norton Anthology of Poetry and some choice words

Reading aloud to my children has been one of the perks of parenthood. It’s fun, it’s cuddly, and

when the husband or I are doing it, I’m confident we’re engaged in something proven to help our kids succeed. Plus, how else can I foist my favorite titles on them and be sure they’ll read them?

For the last few years, though, finding time to read to them has become really hard. There are the husband’s work, the 9th grader’s dance schedule, the 5th grader’s drama/soccer/karate classes to schedule around. Once you add in homework and piano practicing, the school instrument flavor-of-the-year (French Horn this year), walking the dog, doing the dishes, and the occasional bath, it’s hard to find a nice chunk of uninterrupted time to read to the children, especially together. We tried David Copperfield about a year ago, but given the enormous number of pages in the book and the paltry few we managed at a sitting – not to mention the dinners when one or another of us were absent - I calculated it would take us about two years to get through it, so I gave up and reread it myself. I didn’t feel good about it, though. That book by Alice Ozma, The Reading Promise: My Father and the Books We Shared, which describes the 3000-plus nights her father read aloud to her, all the way until she left for college, didn’t help. (I didn’t read her book on principle, because just knowing about it made me feel like an inadequate parent.) What could I do? After the failure of David Copperfield, we muddled along until a few months ago, when our local library hosted a parent and child who’d been inspired by Alice Ozma’s book to go on their own “reading streak.”

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Call it inspiration, or just competitiveness, readers, but that library event got me thinking there had to be a way to read aloud to both children simultaneously from Great Literature. I decided to forget the big books and focus on poetry. Poetry was the way to find short, discrete, literature to read every night, whether or not both kids or both parents are home. I love poetry. I used to write it. I have even published a poem. The 5th grader also likes to write poetry. Turns out she loves to read it aloud, too. So for the last several months we have read two poems a night, one she reads, one the husband or I read. We read at dinner, because dinner happens every night, even if one or another of us isn’t home. As I mentioned in a previous post, the rules are simple: Pick a poem quickly, at random if desired, and make sure it’s less than a page long.

The habit has stuck, and I have realized another value of poetry. It touches on the soul, heart, and spirit. In our secular Jewish household, one of the things I fret about is the place and time to bring up these questions of soul, heart, and spirit that people find in formal religious instruction. After all, these are the questions that form character. Molding character is the goal of parenting, isn’t it? I recently read an interview with Pediatrician Kenneth Ginsburg in which he reminds parents that the goal of raising children is to raise them to be successful thirty-five year olds. Meaning there’s a whole life involved, with work, and relationships, and a place in the world. Success in childrearing doesn’t end at getting them into college. Therefore, thinking about the big questions is crucial.

So to poetry it seems natural to go. Admittedly, the excerpt from “Howl” that I read the other night might have been questionable. I know, it’s Allen Ginsburg’s magnum opus. No, I don’t think the pediatrician mentioned above is a relation. And yes, I chose a poem longer than one page; but I decided to read the first couple of stanzas. I’m not sure I got even that far before our noble poetical enterprise was temporarily grounded (literally) by some choice phrases -“pubic beard,” and “endless cock and balls.”

Yes, that's right. And yes, I did discuss the meaning of pubic beard, and mentioned the word merkin, which is actually a pubic wig. This of course required further explication (used a long time ago, probably to hide evidence of sexually transmitted diseases.) Right after I finished defining merkin, I remembered the mom I really like at the 5th grader’s school who had just that day mentioned that she didn’t let her kids read Calvin and Hobbes because its content is too mature. So, readers, I had a moment of cognitive dissonance, a moment of hearing my voice finish defining merkin while simultaneously experiencing the enormity of my difference from the nice mom, because the 5th grader has not only read all five of our Calvin and Hobbes collections multiple times, she did so starting at an age - OMG what have I done - so young I can’t remember, maybe 6, definitely 7 or 8. Let’s make me look better and say 8. She read with the intent only a child trying to suss the adult world could read---utter, obsessive, perplexed, fascinated.

Plus, she now knows the definition of "merkin."

But I digress. The point is, readers, that I looked at my red-faced, over-excited children, who were all hahahahahaha “pubic beard” hahahahahaha “endless cock and balls,” and I thought of Calvin and Hobbes, and of how I'd just finished explaining that Allen Ginsburg was gay, and a beat poet, and his link to Walt Whitman, and at the same time I thought of the nice mom of the 5th grader’s classmate, and I said, “Yes, that is the definition of a merkin. But do not discuss it in school.”

As if they won't.

In his defense, let me just say that the husband was not present during this poetry reading. He was tending to the sick, because life, like poetry, is grounded in the physical. Admittedly, sometimes poetry, like life, is the opposite of soul and spirit. That's okay, though, right? Furthermore, isn't one of the perks of childhood puzzling over the mysteries of adults?

Hope Perlman is a writer and humorist.

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