Indoctrinating Children
I’m a sneaky mom.
My kids like to listen to books on CD while drifting off to sleep. Most nights, I let them; although some nights I insist on music. After we’d listened to all six Harry Potter books for the umpteenth time, and gone twice through our incomplete collection of Redwall books (there are something like 20 of them, and we have only three), I was casting about for something different. And I lighted on Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. They’ve loved it. We finished it last night, after about two weeks of listening.
Next, I think we will find one of Cooper’s Leatherstocking Tales: The Last of the Mohicans or The Deerslayer. Those are good, “boy” books that the kids should like. And maybe some Horatio Alger or Ivanhoe or some of the other old hero epics.
I just think that my kids need to be exposed to the classics of literature and music as much as possible. And I’m not above “indoctrinating” them in sneaky ways, if that’s what I have to do.