My mother taught me to read even before she taught me to write. I was maybe four or five years old then. I remember her patience in teaching me the alphabet, the vowels and consonants and putting the letters together to form words.
I remember the giant (or so it seemed to a little girl) shelves we had at home, full of books and mags (read: reader’s digest, teacher’s journals) and the countless visual aids and flash cards she painstakingly put together to make learning to read easy for us.
I was already a mother myself in the late 90s when I came across an old book in one of the Book Sale shops I frequent. Printed in 1984 by Dell with a 1983 copyright, I couldn’t put the book down.
What kind of mother would…
…hang up on E.T.?
…tip the tooth fairy?
…wash a measuring cup with soap after it held only water?
A humorous take on motherhood while being perfectly serious about it, I love Motherhood: The Second Oldest Profession by Erma Bombeck. This book reiterates the love of a mother for her children and what she can and will do for them.