Books. Every spare second, I’ve got my nose stuck in one – just like years ago when I could not get enough of Laura and her calico bonnet, Anne Shirley with an “E”, and later on, the Wakefield twins and all members of the Baby-Sitters Club. I read every book assigned to me throughout high-school and college (except for The Grapes of Wrath. Oh man, I could not get through that one).
After college I discovered exercise, and those hours previously spent reading turned into miles and miles logged on the roads. I’m not sad about it though because running led me to my husband and gave me what I hope will be a life-long love of staying active. CD and I met at a post 10K race party, and soon life was busy with marriage and babies and social media and play dates and meal planning and playgrounds, etc… I could have made time for reading, but for some reason, the focus was no longer there. Every time I sat down to read, my mind wandered somewhere else – to the laundry that needed to be folded, to the birthday party gift I needed to make, to the email that needed a response, to the restless child who needed late night snuggles to get to sleep. Some of these reasons not to read truly mattered, but most did not. So, I’ve let the unimportant ones go, and I think I’ve read more books in the past month than I have in the last three years.
I inherited my love of reading from my sweet mom, who passed away this past February after being diagnosed with stage IV bone cancer in late December. We brought her home from the hospital on a Friday, and she left us that following Tuesday, less than two months after her diagnosis. I will never forget her last breath. Nor will I forget the hours she used to spend reading. She would somehow tune out the TV, our friends running in and out of the house, and our constant, “Mom, mom, mom” and lose herself in a book. It was something that I always loved and admired about her. There was nothing she enjoyed more than a good read, and I knew the pain had become unbearable when she could no longer focus on the words on the page. So mom, I want you to know that I am reading again as I want Summer, Charlie, Katie, and Hannah to remember me with my nose in a book, just as I remember their beloved Nonna. Love and miss you mama – Thank you for teaching me your love of reading, and I promise to never forget such an important lesson again.