Why My Daughter’s Smart – Quitting Coffee: Day 22
Just a few minuted ago, I caught my 9-year old daughter awake in bed – and still reading – at 10:15 at night. Yes, we have bedtimes, but she’s a little like me – night owl, late reader.
Must be genetic.
Last night, same thing, though she’d come into the living room around 9:30 to ask about ‘sleep strategies’, as she puts it. Ways to fall asleep. And I suggested that instead of reading an exciting book, she try a boring one. In fact, there was one she’d tried the prior night that she said was boring.
So off she went. I heard the flashlight wind. I saw lights under the covers. And then, a bit later…
Which eventually went out. But tonight, she told me something worth remembering:
“Daddy,” she said, snug in the covers and with a little light in her eye, “Y’know, I think I learned something.”
“What’s that?” I said.
“I found out there’s some books that you have to get through the slow boring stuff, but then it gets really good in the middle – and the ending’s always really great.”
I got a little misty. And a little hopeful.
“Y’know,” I said, “I always find that the books that start out really fast, and that I fly through, they’re the ones that I can never remember a little bit after I’m done. But the other ones, they’re the ones that I remember best. The ones that mean something.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “Yeah, I think you’re right. Goodnight Daddy. Love you.”
“Love you too, kiddo. Proud of you”
And if you missed the lesson, just read it again.