Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers out there!
Right now, I’m on vacation, getting to spend Mother’s Day with my mom for the first time in many years. So in her honour, we’re talking about mothers and reading.
Both my parents valued reading — it was my father who told us bedtime stories about Middle Earth. But it was my mother who took us to the library and let us lug home literally as many books as we could carry (and a determined preteen bookworm can heft a lot of books, even if she doesn’t look that strong!). And it was she who hunted down her childhood favourites to share with me and my siblings.
Thanks to her, I read so many British children’s classics that I started talking like an old-fashioned English schoolchild (ironic, since we were homeschooling).
If you asked her, she wouldn’t claim to be responsible for my love of any particular book. But she certainly facilitated or introduced me to:
- my love of Anne of Green Gables and pretty much everything else L.M. Montgomery ever wrote
- Anne McCaffrey’s Pern novels and other forms of science fantasy
- sleuthing with Trixie Belden
- my favourite childhood alter egos, Sara Crewe of A Little Princess and Laura Ingalls of Little House on the Prairie
- Swallows and Amazons and the rest of Arthur Ransome’s work
- the wanderlust-inducing world of travel memoirs (most of the books on that list, I discovered via her bookshelf!)
…all books that she loved first. And many more, of course, but I’ll leave it at that for now.
How did your mother influence your reading? If you are a mother, what books do you and your kids both love?