I am proud of my mom. By the time I came along, youngest of five, mom had mastered domesticity. She was a happy immigrant lady, living a full, busy life. When I began school full time, my mother went to work. I was dismayed. I did not understand why she couldn't always be home. She probably tried to explain it to me, however, in my mind, this was a direct attack.
Time passed and I resolved myself with my new 'working mom'. I remember one evening my mom was doing what she called homework. I giggled and told her only students have homework. She informed me that she enrolled in a program at the local college. WHAT! She was worried because while she spoke English well she did not read it well.
That was the day I began reading to my mom. She often had Readers Digest or Harlequin Romances stacked around the house. We would read together, sounding out words and blushing at the 'icky' parts. Her determination to learn inspired my daily reading. A habit (and love) that I still have today.
I look back now and marvel at my mom the trailblazer. She continually upgraded her schooling and worked until she wanted to begin a new chapter called retirement. We still talk about what book we are reading. If it is one we both have read we can be on the telephone awhile. I look forward to spending time with her this summer, reading by the lake, sipping coffee, then changing to something cooler as the day goes on.
As the generations carry on, I am so honored to report that this love of reading has been passed on to my daughter, and so on and so on and so on. Here's hoping.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. Share your story about reading with mom. I would love to hear them.