Candles play a fairly prevalent role in our family's life.
We see candles at church, Beezus's montessori-based religion class (Catechesis for the Good Shepherd) lights a candle at the beginning of every class meeting, candles are prevalent in the Waldorf pedagogy (which we kinda, sorta, practice at home), and my mother-in-law lights candles for all of the special family dinners. The girls have made beeswax candles on occasion, and I just purchased a kit for us to make candles on the winter solstice. Ramona's pre-school class decorated candles for the parents last Christmas.
However, because of the hectic-ness of everyday life, and Ramona's young age, we haven't often lit candles for our dinner. But after attending a fall festival at a Waldorf School on Saturday, I was inspired to start again.
As I was making dinner Saturday night (oven baked panko breaded tilapia, brown rice, and broccoli) I told the girls that they needed to pick up their toys in preparation for dinner. They moved sluggishly, so in an effort to spur them on, I said, "Girls, we're going to have CANDLES for dinner tonight !"
As Beezus whooped with excitement, Ramona burst into tears. "But Mommy, I don't like candles. Candles will taste yucky !!!"
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