My Review of P.D. Eastman's Children's Book 'Are You My Mother'
On my 4th birthday, my Mom, Gertie, gave me a hardback copy of P.D. Eastman's book 'Are You My Mother.' Although I have few memories of those early years (except a traumatic hospitalization when I was 2), I clearly remember the many nights I'd sit upon my Mom's lap while she read to me. I can still hear the inflection in her voice as she read the pages, using different voices for the different characters. I can still hear us talking about the poor little bird who'd lost her mother (but - ***spoiler alert***, not for long). I can still feel her touch on my head as I turned the pages, smell her light perfume that filled the air.
My Mom read 'Are You My Mother' to me so many times that I memorized the words and could recite them with her as she turned page after page. She though I was a genius - after all, I was 'reading' and hadn't even been enrolled in kindergarten yet.
Part of the beauty of childhood, to me at least, is to have these memories of the warmth and love of sitting on my Mom's lap and being read to. I believe that my Mom sparked my lifelong love of books and reading and knowledge with just that small investment of time during my youth. And, in my Mom's later years, there were many times when I repaid the favor and sat by her bedside and read to her. Those are also wonderful memories.
So, for Christmas this year, why not pick up a few good books for a young child? I like to pick up a selection of books at my local warehouse club and split them among my younger nieces and nephews. They're a bit large for stocking stuffers but they're always a very appreciated gift.
What adult can't recite the words 'Green Eggs and Ham, said Sam I am?' These were, and are, the books that have stood the test of time. They're as appropriate today as they were way back in my day (enough about that).