I usually write these posts as a stream, I usually don’t reread or edit.
There is this restaurant that we like a lot, Fitz’s, in St. Louis. There are a few reasons, one is the bottomless mug of root beer. You can literally drink a million and they will bring you refill one million one. If that isn’t enough the mugs are so cold that the root beer will start to freeze.
A second reason is their veggie burgers are the best I have ever had. They are so good that I sent it back the first time thinking it was actual beef. Why no meat? I think I sliced about it before but maybe I will revisit it in the near future.
A few months ago they opened a second location much closer to home and right down the street from the high school. This is awesome as they will have a buy one get one float specials on Fridays from time to time. That is one excellent happy hour.
A few days ago we went but missed the sweet spot and had to wait for about thirty minutes before they had our table ready. If we would of hit the restaurant slightly earlier there would have been no wait.
It was slightly loud which makes it really hard for me to hear. Before I was a teacher I had a job that was rather loud causing some hearing loss. While most of the family chatted I was researching some new ideas to try with Canvas.
I happened to glance up and saw my son and father in law by the patio door. Both deep into their own books.
I have some ideas why Aidan loves to read but I’m not always sure.
He absolutely loved his first grade teacher, he still talks about her all these years later. Having a solid relationship makes such a difference.
Before Aidan was born we moved my little brother from another city into our house. He moved out but only a few streets down. I think the minute Aidan was born they bonded. Years later Brennan bought him a few Tiny Titan’s books. Comics from Brennan were a prized possession.
My wife is also a teacher so in the summer she created Mama School. Each year they create a theme, read books around it and then we take field trips on Fridays. While not every field trip is super exciting for them I think somewhere it is planting seeds.
We visit the public library and check out stacks of books and magazines.
I’m thankful for this.
Looking back it is most likely not one thing, it is like tiny seeds. We never know sometimes who planted them but they grow. So many times we don’t get to see them grow but we hope with everything we are that we are doing the right thing.
I wonder what seeds I left today and how they might grow.
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It’s not often I see people reading in public anymore. Used to see it on the train, newspapers on the subway, readers in doctors offices. Now, not so much. It is heartening to see your retro family doing this good thing.
I love the photo (and Fitz’s!). You’re so right about all of the tiny seeds we plant. I sometimes worry because it seems like “kids these days” have so many different seeds coming at them from so many directions—technology, media, school, sports, activities, the list never ends. I think what matters, though, is that we give the important seeds the time to grow deep roots.