the lone reader in my family growing up. Reading made me feel
isolated because there wasn't anyone who loved to read with whom I could
share what I was learning and experiencing. At the same time, reading
gave me a sense of belonging and expanded my network as the
characters became cherished friends.
occasion I would ask to be read to. Reading snuggled up together
wouldn't happen, but the details from that time are fuzzy. In
adulthood I was asked, “Remember when you asked me to read to you
when you were little? I just couldn't. Reading to you reminded me
that I was never read to as a child and it made me so sad.”
was a missed opportunity for both parent and child. Reading together could have healed those hurt places in one, and fortified the bond for both.
kept reading solo in those years, and the more I read, the more I
loved the pastime.
mother myself now through reading in two ways: I allow myself long
stretches of reading on weekends when I'm alone, and I snuggle with
my daughter and read to her when we are together—I've even read to
her when we're apart via Skype.
In a funny twist of fate, my daughter
is also not a reader—yet. But she likes to be read to. She
appreciates the closeness that reading together induces. So do I.