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 God’s children yearning to new heights of love
Right there with you LeeAnne!!! Loved not having to worry about it and the break in routine is so refreshing!
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