I’ve always been a fairly routine person. Everything had a place, a home, in its organized room in its designated spot. I even liked my own place to read to be unchanging as a kid. I’ve always been a reader and always liked nooks (I even fell asleep in a stack in my elementary school library and there was a hunt for me)- I favor a spot where I can settle in and remain un-bothered for hours. For me, in Rhode Island, that place was the Newport Cliff Walk.It is a huge open space with lots of people, none of whom want to bother or be bothered with. Perfection.
In college I would escape there, even in the dead of night, to clear my head. A good book, blanket, flashlight and thermos of coffee were all I needed. Hours logged reading after the sun set, settled over the water on a hill now fenced from walkers, where hundreds would pass in a day, and no one said a word. For me, this was bliss. And I began to miss it, even now as I write this, I’m barely 3 chapters into Harry Potter, which I’ve been trying to read for weeks.
The thing is, my favorite reading spot is no longer dictated by the place, nor the story, but by the people. Cuddled into the smallest bed or a chair made for one is now a privilege I’ve been given, more precious than that of the ability to read is the ability to read to my children.
We head to the library a few times a month to pick up new stories and sharing the giggles, voices, imagination and comfort stories bring now represents my reading spot. A place in my heart and not a place where I sit.
I’m sure that someday, I will read Harry Potter, and I will love each book as I’ve loved each movie, but until that day comes I’ll soak up every word of Peppa Pig, The Critters and every version of Frozen that’s out there. I feel like I’m at the point in parenthood where we do sacrifice a bit of “me” time for a lot of “them” time, but it doesn’t last forever and I want to be immersed in it all. I want to read every book we can and try each character voice I’ve got in me. There’s a someday for me reading a book, but not for another chance at childhood- and I’m embracing that with gusto!
What is your reading spot? How has it evolved with time?
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