“You may have tangible wealth untold,
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
“Richer than I you can never be –
I had a mother who read to me.”
— Strickland Gillilan
I came across this quote this morning and it spoke to something deep inside me. I, too, had a mother who read to me.
We lost her to a brain tumor when I was just six years old, but before she was taken away, she taught me to read and instilled in me a love of reading that has lasted my entire life.
I can’t begin to tell you what that did for me. For starters, it gave me a great foundation for school and learning. It also ensured that I never lacked for something to do when I wanted to be entertained.
Knowing how to read, and enjoying it, has enriched my life beyond belief.
Reading has kept me up to date on current happenings and transported me to magical lands far away. It has helped me to understand people from different backgrounds and cultures. It has made me laugh and made me cry.
Books have been my friends when I was all alone. They have allowed me to leave behind my daily challenges and enter a fantasy world where everything has a happy ending.
When I remember my mother, the thing I remember most is her reading to me. We would sit on the big overstuffed sofa, her arms encircling me and explore the worlds contained in these books together.
Just thinking about that time makes me feel safe and happy. If I could have one wish for every child in the world, I would wish that each one could know the joy of reading.