I love my mother for so many reasons but one of the biggest is because she always knows what to say.This semester I really let people get to me when they made fun of me for being an English major. I had so many people tell me I should change my major unless I wanted to be working at McDonalds after college. Usually I ignore them but this semester I really began to worry about where majoring in English would lead me. My mom picked up on my frustration so she did something only a mother could do.
Last week as I was buried in a book trying to study for finals, she sent me a text message with a picture of a book she used to read to me when I was little. That one text message took me back to nights when my mom would stop grading papers to read me a bedtime story. Luckily she was a teacher so every week she would bring home a different book from her classroom to read to me. I became instantly addicted to reading, and one year she even had to build me a bookshelf for my growing collection of books. It was then that I remembered why I was an English major. Books! They have the power to remind you that you have an imagination, and that anything is possible! But for me books have an even better power, they remind me of the woman who introduced me to my first true love, reading. One day I hope to write books that not only inspire people to follow their dreams, but also build special memories between parents and children.
Do you remember being read or reading any of these books?