I was almost a teenager before I knew there was such a thing as people who don’t like to read. My grandmother’s house is filled with books. My mom’s house was filled with books. On road trips, when we stopped for dinner at some restaurant in some little town on the I5, we—mom, my sister Traci and I—would order our food and then all pull out whatever we were reading at the time, occasionally sharing interesting tidbits. We considered this a perfectly social way to spend dinner.
I got in trouble for reading. In kindergarten, mom got a polite request from the teacher to please ask me not to read the private papers sitting on her desk. And many a time I was caught huddled under my bed covers with a flashlight because I just had to know what was going to happen next in the Black Stallion series.
We lost mom to (completely preventable) colon cancer 4 years ago today. I have no interest in sitting around moping, but I did want to do something fitting to remember her and remind people what an amazing person she was, and how many lives she touched.
In her 10+ years as the librarian at Self Enhancement Inc encouraged a love of reading in all the kids who crossed her path (and many adults).
One fun thing she started was D.E.A.R. Drop Everything And Read. At the appointed time, the entire building would take a break, pull out a book and get lost in another world for 15 minutes.
Everything starts with language. Without language, we can’t communicate. Without comunication, we can’t connect. Without written words, it’s harder to preserve knowledge. Thanks mom for giving me a deep love of words that has opened up the whole world.
I’ll be spending 15 minutes buried in a book today in mom’s memory. I invite you to do the same, and if you’re so inclined, let me know what you’re reading in the comments.