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{a summer reading life} #sol15



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Sometimes I envision my summer of working only one full time job as freeing.  

I envision my summer full of long days of reading, basking in the sunshine with a book, gifted with uninterrupted time in another world, sneaking in reading during breakfast and lunch and in between, finishing a book a day, reading and reading and reading only to read some more ...

Instead my true summer quickly reminds me that being a full time mom is full time.

My true summer includes making multiple meals a day, doing the dishes multiple times a day, starting another load of laundry, picking up toys, planning activities, picking up more toys, slathering on sunscreen, calming the sibling banter, visiting the library, reading aloud picture books ...

Nah.  It's not all bad.  I love every minute with my two girls with many moments to treasure.  

Like this ...
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I finally got wrapped up in a real adult book.  It's been a long time since I read a big person book, but I fell into the life of The Girl on the Train.  I was stealing reading time whenever I could.  I even asked my hubby if he would play with the girls outside last Saturday so that I could lay in the hammock and read ... just for twenty minutes.  (Or what truthfully became an hour!) A gift of time to read that I rarely ask for.

At one point, the girls joined me in the hammock.  I continued to read.  

"Wow. That's a lot of words on the page," M. noted.

"Mmm hmmm," I murmured in response, continuing to read.

After a couple more minutes, P. politely interrupted.

"Excuse me, Mommy?  But what are you doing?"

"I'm reading, honey," I laughed, not quite sure what she meant.

"But, I don't hear you reading," she explained.

"Oh, no! I'm not reading out loud like when I read to you.  I'm reading the words in my head," smiling at her innocent thinking.

Then she smiled and put her ear right next to my ear.  I guess she was curious about all those words! 

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Comments

  1. Your daughter's comments are so precious. They put a smile on my face this morning. The Girl on the Train is an interesting book, isn't it? I found it slow to start and then hard to put down.

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  2. Enjoy those special moments of reading (grown up books), but especially those special moments with the girls. They are too precious to miss. Love ya, Mom

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  3. Sweet story! Love how she didn't think you could possibly be reading if she couldn't hear you! Adorable!

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  4. We just never know what they are thinking, do we? So funny. And yes, being home with your two girls is a full time job. I just had the grand-girls for 4 days last week, & I was busy non-stop! FYI-I have The Girl On The Train-must get to it!

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  5. I love reading the sweet stories of your daughters. Reading is a luxury. I wish it would give the necessary nutrients too to free us from cooking and eating. When you finish The Girl on the Train read The Bullet by Mary Louise Kelly.

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  6. So precious! What a wonderful moment!

    I feel like I am still going...house cleaning, spring cleaning and driving kids to work! ;0)

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  7. Wonderful story! Kids always say such interesting things! And kudos to your husband for giving you time to read. Enjoy the summer!

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  8. Adorable - if you get close enough - you can hear your mind reading - at least when you are 5!

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