Memories of Reading with Mom
Some of my most cherished childhood memories are of me curled up on my mom’s lap, or next to her in bed, while she read me a book. It was thrilling to hear her describe Max’s adventure in Where the Wild Things Are. When Max “ran away,” the images her voice conjured—especially when the wild rumpus began—made my heart beat a bit faster. Her vocal inflections told the story beyond the story, and I felt like I was with Max. I truly believe these moments on my mom’s lap inspired my love of reading—from solving mysteries with Nancy Drew and visiting Narnia, to sharing the dog-eared copy of Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.
I, too, have spent many a night with my kiddos on my lap or in their bed, reading or just telling them a story. I love sharing stories and allowing their minds to imagine the world beyond the words. These are some of my fondest memories with them. The smile that spreads across your face as you bend down and smell their freshly washed hair. Watching their eyelids slowly start to close as they listen to the melodic rhythm of your voice. It gets even better as they get older and you try to skip a page or a word and they catch you. They can’t read yet, but they sure know the story! When my daughter could not say more than 10 words, she would bring me a book and hop on my lap and say, “Read it!” The love of reading is one of the most precious gifts a parent can give a child.
Mother’s Day brings to mind many memories for all of us. Books and reading have been a big part of my life thanks to my mother. My mom and I still share a special bond with the books we read together. It allows us to share our opinions and continue to learn about one another. As we say at the Cottage, reading is learning—whether it is about the world around you, the people around you, or yourself.
Today’s blog post is written by our sales director Nadine Mims.