Happy Sunday! Today I am excited to say that I have a guest post by Teresa Kelly Jones:
The Love of Books and Reading
When we are children, our parents strive to instill within us the values and traits that they believe will help us the most along life’s journey, and while my mother did her best to teach me the basics that range from being courteous, to flossing your teeth daily, the trait I am most thankful for is the love of reading and books.
Yes you heard me correctly; I classified reading as a trait that is taught and not simply something that we acquire overtime. For me, reading is much more than something that I can do, or something that passes the time when I am bored. Reading is something that has defined me throughout my life that has molded my thoughts and opinions and most importantly, has given depth to my imagination.
Early in my life my mother started working with me and teaching me to read, but it was far past just being able to read the words off the page, no she wouldn’t have that, she wanted me to live the story. She wanted me to fall in love with each character, to find someone that I could relate to and build the described world around them so that as I was reading the words I could see the story coming to life and taking place in my mind.
By teaching me to fall into the story, my mother not only taught me that there are no limits on my imagination, but she also taught me that there is nowhere in the world that a book could not take me. My parents were far from wealthy, and our life in a small coal mining town was not one of luxury, but every week I got to go to the library and get new books, and those books became my greatest adventures.
Books have taken me on adventures that no money can buy and that no regular person can go on. Through books I have witnessed first-hand the greatest points of history, I have met the characters that shaped the countries of the world and have been taken away to worlds full of fantasy, myths and legends that can only exist in the imaginations of the writers and the readers.
My mother might not have been able to teach me everything she had hoped and she might not have been able to give me all the things she wanted to, but through books she gave me the world and for that I will never be able to repay her.
I hope that the next time you pick up a book, you take a moment and relish the smell of the pages and binding, and as you open it up to begin to read, I hope you don’t just read the words…I hope you fall into the world the author created and go on their adventure with them.