Posts Tagged ‘reading’

I am an addict…

Okay, I admit it. I have an addiction, a serious addiction. And I’m not going to do anything about it. That’s just the way it is. No apologies. No excuses. I like the way it feels when I do it. I’ve been doing it for years and there are times when I don’t do the things I should do because I’m doing it.

I fed my addiction today and I feel so much better. I just can’t help it. I went to the bookstore to pick up a book on origami for an art class that I’m teaching on Saturday and to have on hand for my regular art students and there, right in front of me…I was too weak to resist. I picked up one and then quickly snatched up another and by then I didn’t care, when I saw the third and fourth ones I tucked them under my arm and sauntered in to find my origami book. Finally I found it but not before I’d put a fifth one in my hands….books.

Now, before you get upset and think I should have used some control and not over-indulged, in my own defense, four of them were buy one get one free, so really, was it that bad? I knew when I went there it would be almost impossible to resist getting some for myself. I could barely contain myself, I wanted to read them all at once. I wanted to devour the words, savoring the smells and feel of the pages, the delectable words waiting to dance around in my head.

I am a book addict. I’ve been one since I learned to read. I read when I’m getting dressed. I read when I’m cooking dinner. I read in the restroom. I read in stolen minutes waiting in the car to pick up a child, at the doctor’s office and when I should be sleeping late at night. I am intoxicated by the places and the people (they ARE people, not characters!) that inhabit the books and my mind when I read them.

I am an addict. My addiction doesn’t hurt anyone, right? As long as its only me that suffers with this problem then I see no need to get help. So what if I read product packages? Its okay, right? I speed read so I can read more, so much more quickly. I need to read. I have to read. I will read..

I have to go now. There are five new uncracked book spines in my house, books waiting for me to read them. Blogs online asking for me to read them.

My name is Debby. I am an addict….


Awards Day

Its hard to believe its the end of the first quarter already.  Today was awards day for the children. Rows and rows of smiling, anxious faces  sitting in their chairs, anxiously awaiting the calling of names.  Legs swinging back and forth, as they fidget and squirm. Its so hard to sit still when you’re still so young. So many things to run and explore. To giggle and share secrets is tempting but then they glance over and see the intent stare of their teacher and behind her the principal looms. School assembly hardly seems the place to get in trouble. Especially with parents seated just a few rows behind.

The hum of conversation is muted as parents sit, just as anxiously, waiting to hear the name of their little one called. And one by one, the first grade class is called up. Expectional Bible Verse Studies.  Math Excellence. Outstanding Reader. The children beam as their names are called and stand in a row, holding their certificates, some upside down, but all with pride.

“I earned this” their faces say. “I really did this!”. And then I hear it spoken. The name of my son. “Christopher – Outstanding Reader.” Instantly my heart swells to a bursting point and I fight back the inevitable tears I feel welling in my eyes.  Just one look at my son’s glowing face and I’ll cry for sure. But I can’t help it.

He’s a reader. That might sound silly but I’m a ‘reader’ too.  A chronic, compulsive reader. If its in front of me I have to read it.  He’d left signs that he was a reader all over our home.  Books on the bathroom counter. On the couch. On a chair or countertop. Everywhere. And I am thrilled. Reading is the foundation for everything. A love of reading can take you anywhere! And you can learn anything. Absolutely anything with books at your fingertips. 

My son is a reader I say again to myself as I leave the assembly. Not just a reader. Outstanding.  And he truly is. I didn’t need a certificate to tell me that. I can read it on his heart.