When you think of lunch, what do you think of? Soup and salad, BLT, hamburger, and fries? For me, when I think of lunch I think of a variety of foods and a break from my daily routine. However, on Sunday evenings, when I think of lunch, I am reminded that it is the start of another work week. Tomorrow is a holiday for many Chicagoans. We celebrate Casimir Pulaski Day and therefore have a break from our normal routines. Tonight, I won’t have to prepare a lunch to take to work tomorrow and for some reason, that break in my normal routine brings me a simple joy that overflows from my Sunday into Monday. Perhaps it is the mundane things in life that hold us captive. Captive to our routines or cemented in our reality, I am not sure I know the difference. Isn’t it funny how when you vacate the normal things you do in life, even the simple ones like making lunch, it suddenly feels like a vacation?
One of the quotes that I often think about is Emily Buchwald’s “ Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.” Teaching reading is very difficult and reading to a child that has never been read to makes the job seem impossible. Today it made me think about what made me a reader. As a child, my mother, who taught reading for years, read to my brothers and I every Box Car Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner. I do not remember the stories exactly but I remember loving the stories and cherishing our special time together. Later in life, my father and I did a book study for religious education on the book Hinds Feet on High Places by Hannah Harnard. Again, I do not remember much about the book but I remember the time we spent together and the close bond that I felt. Today I decided to look at a review of Harnard’s book. The review states that over 2 million copies were sold. “It is a timeless story of Go...
Right there with you LeeAnne!!! Loved not having to worry about it and the break in routine is so refreshing!
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