Earlier today, I found myself wandering around an antiques store with my rockstar. I'm always on the hunt for old books and next thing I knew, I came across these. In the middle of an antiques mall, I’m suddenly 8 years old again, being bathed in the memories of my childhood. There I was, with Nan, Bert, and Flossie in my hands, tears streaming down my face, looking around to make sure no one was near. Crying. In public, no less. Why, you ask?
My mom. She bought me my first Bobbsey Twins books, and it's because of my mom and her strong influence that I have such a love for books, and for reading. It's because of my mom that I was reading at such an early age. And, thanks to my mom, I am a book whore, lol.
It makes me sad when people tell me they don't read. Either they don’t have time or they just don’t like to sit and read, it makes me sad. Maybe it's because I was raised to appreciate books and music. My dad was in the radio broadcasting business and music was as much a part of my life as books were. To this day, I don't go anywhere without whatever current book I'm reading, and my iPod. To me, a book is like an extra appendage and music is a part of my soul.
I felt pretty foolish standing in an antiques store crying because of some memories that a book brought back. Truth be told, the little girl in me still misses her mom. At the end of the day, the little girl in me still needs to hear my mom tell me everything will work out the way it's supposed to. At the end of the day, I just want my mom.
Today would have been my mom's 80th birthday. Because of cancer, she's not here to celebrate an age that should have been a milestone for her. In honor of my mom, I'll be skipping my coffee in the morning. Instead, I'll be drinking English tea with just a ‘spot’ of milk and some sugar. Because that's how I roll with my tea.
I'll drink tea, have a scone, and read the Bobbsey Twins.
Happy Birthday, Mom - here's to you . . .
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