Musing Mondays is a weekly meme that asks you to muse about one of several “bookish” questions… or, you can just ramble on about anything you like that pertains to books! You can join in by clicking the graphic above. Go ahead–it’s fun!
Here’s my Musing Mondays ramble for this week:
Neither of my parents were readers when they were kids. They both came from families where there wasn’t a lot of money, and books were an afterthought. I don’t think either of them had their own library cards until they were adults. My dad didn’t start reading for pleasure until he was in the military and he was loaned some books during down time. My mom started reading as an adult when a friend gave her a novel that sparked her interest.
When I came along, they still didn’t have much money, but they knew that they wanted to raise a reader. I had my own library card, and we went to the library every weekend. A trip to the bookstore was rare, but when it happened it was a very big deal. I received at least one book on every birthday. They somehow found the money to sign me up for the monthly Dr. Seuss book club (I STILL HAVE THOSE BOOKS!). I had my own bookshelf in my bedroom. They asked me about what I was reading and we discussed books at the dinner table. One of them read to me every night— no matter how much I may have misbehaved that day, that bedtime story was never taken away as a punishment.
So I was always the kid who had her nose in a book, and that was OK with them. They let me read whatever–and pretty much whenever–I wanted. I can’t remember ever having a book taken away because I was “too young for it.” I remember reading my mom’s copies of novels like “A Tree Grows In Brooklyn” when I was in 5th grade. When I had questions about what I was reading—and I often did—those questions were answered with responses that were appropriate for my age at the time.
Because my parents somehow figured out that books should never be off limits, they raised me to be a reader. I can’t even begin to guess at how many hours in my lifetime have been spent with books. I know I’m a more curious, well-rounded person because of it. I’m grateful for that gift every day.
How about you? Did your parents influence you to become a book lover? Or did you become a reader due to other factors? What have you done to help the kids in your life become lifelong readers? Please share—I’d love to hear your thoughts!