Please Read Me a Story

One of the best memories I have from my childhood is the time my mother read to me. When it was cold outside, we sat on the couch late at night with the fire blazing in the fireplace. I leaned against her shoulder and watched the lines on her face disappear as she used her voice to mimic the characters in the book.

One of the best memories I have from my childhood is the time my mother read to me. When it was cold outside, we sat on the couch late at night with the fire blazing in the fireplace. I leaned against her shoulder and watched the lines on her face disappear as she used her voice to mimic the characters...

She laughed and pretended to cry to make the story come to life, and sometimes in those moments, she looked younger to me. It was our particular time together to read and talk about books.

It could have been her time to relax after taking care of children and a husband all day, but instead, she would just smile when I slipped out of my bed and come tiptoeing back in the living room after everyone else was asleep. Being the youngest of 11 children; sometimes, it was easy to get lost in the crowd, and I cherished those moments, I could sit close to her and know it was just my time.

I had the opportunity to visit an elementary school recently to read to the first-grade class for National Children’s book week. The students told me that they loved it when their parents read to them, too. One young man, Juan, said he did it the other way around. “I read to my dad,” he said. “He sits and listens to me, and I like that.”

Besides helping a child develop a love for reading, it is a beautiful way to be close to your children, and it instills a sense of security they never forget. It’s a time when the parent is focusing on the child without distractions, and a child can feel that. I did. When my mother read to me, I felt like I was the center of her attention, even if it was only one night, now and then, when everyone else was asleep. It is also a time parents let their guard down a little. For a moment, we aren’t adults with all the answers and rules, but someone lost in a story with our children.

The reason my mother’s lines would melt away during those moments was because she wasn’t thinking about cooking or cleaning or disciplining or paying the bills. When she read Cinderella to me, she would make me feel the transition from ashes to riches because she was using her imagination to feel it, too.

Another little boy said he read to himself, but always in his mother’s room, because he liked the way it felt to be near his mom.

Reading and letting our imagination travel is not just for children, either. When I am at my busiest and feel the most stressed in my life, I find a book and let myself get lost for a while. The difference between reading a book, hanging out on your iPad, or lounging in front of the television to relax is that when you read a book, the story can be what you imagine it to be, and you can learn as fast or as slow as you want to. I like that.

When I became a parent who was busy with my children, I understood the sacrifices my mother made for sharing that late-night story time with me. But, somehow, I think she needed it as much as I did.


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Deana Landers
Author for Morningcoffeebeans.com

I have had many roles in life
Pastor’s Wife , Mom/Nana , Nurse/Health Educator, Writer , Christian Speaker
I can't remember a time when I wasn't writing stories, either in my head or in my journal.

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Story Comments

  1. One of 11 children. Wow Deana, that's special. Our family is so tiny. My Mom's an only child and my sister passed away when she was 20, so no aunts, uncles, cousins, or extended family. I can see why those times with your Mom were so very precious and there is nothing better than being transported to another world when we listen to someone else's words. It is so much better than TV. I still have the most beautiful memories of snuggling up with my kids while we read stories together. And it's not just the words, but their tiny breaths and the smell of their hair all intertwined together. Thank you for bring those memories back for me.

    • Deana Landers -

      Michelle, I love your last sentence of of their tine breaths and the smell of their hair intertwined together. I miss that about my grandchildren, too. Thank you, friend, Deana

  2. Having stories read to me, as a child are one of my favorite memories. Then reading to my own children on a daily basis became on e of their favorite memories. The deep connection and relationships can't be developed any other way.

    • Deana Landers -

      Thank you, Meegan, for reading and commenting on my story. I love reading to my grandchildren. It is a sweet connection for us. Deana

  3. I am with you 100% reading is the best way to chill and let go of all those everyday stresses. And reading to a child is even more special. Thanks for sharing your story.

    • Deana Landers -

      You're right, Anita. Reading to a child or anyone is a wonderful way to connect and relax. Thank you for your comments. Deana

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