Friday, May 26, 2006

 

A Reading Mother's Delight

I am certain that absent mothers think differently than mothers who have the honor of being with their children on a daily basis, and I will give you a long-winded example.
I received my first issues of "Reader's Digest" today. I love "Reader's Digest", and it's not because I'm old. I spent most of my young life, from the time I was about seven years old until I was in college, reading it religiously. That was back when the contents were still on the outside of the magazine. I laughed heartily at the jokes and always thought it would be nice to send one in, but never had any good material. (I'm sure I could come up with something now.) I was the first one to retrieve it from the mailbox, most of the time, and before anyone else could read it, I had already completed the "word power" vocabulary quiz, (the main reason most people can't understand what I say). The poetry and "quotable quotes" were great, and I enjoyed the fictional stories, as well. I wasn't much into the whole political thing as a kid, so I passed up the articles on politics in my haste to get to the "good part". The good part was the "true life" drama that was packed into the last few pages of the magazine and usually talked about some catastrophe that someone had survived to write about.
I was pleased to see all these things still in my new issue. All that and more. It's still a great family magazine, and although it doesn't cost what it used to, is worth every penny.
The reason, however, that this new subscription to "Reader's Digest" is so special to me, is because I bought it from Colin, my son. He was selling it for a school fund raiser, and he e-mailed me to see if I would like to order a magazine. That was a no brainer. I hurriedly sent him the check and when he got it, he took it to school with the few other orders that he got, (not many in the teeny town he lives in up in the Northwest). Receiving it in the mail today was like getting a card from my son. Because he thought of me enough to ask; because he didn't just lose my check, or forget to give it to the school; because he is my son, I will read each issue with a whole different outlook. You see, this is the one child that puts reading above all else, and this is the one thing he and I have in common. I taught him to read, and now, he is turning around and encouraging me, even though it is in an indirect, subconscious way. My kids are such a blessing. If only they knew how every little thing they do affects me.
So, now, I'm going to wipe my eyes and get off this blasted computer. I have a "word power" to complete before Karim gets home.

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