(as serious or light-hearted as you like)
I remember back not so long ago in pre-baby days when I could luxuriate in hours of reading. I often read in bed. Sometimes it was a few pages to help me dose off, other times I would become embroiled in the story and stay up till the wee hours, promising myself, just one more page... just till the end of this chapter....
I'm now able to catch only short burts of reading. What I really miss, is losing myself in a book. Becoming embroiled, entwining myself around the characters' nuances, falling into fantasy, the keen feeling of anxiety, dread, or thrill at what might happen next. Those feelings that are experienced by the heart as well as the brain, not oppressed by fiction. They are people, they are lives, their pasts make impressions, their futures loom ahead. I miss that sense of the story pulsating around your own person, that when you put the book down, it remains on you like an unshakeable scent. You cook, clean, even chat to your partner, but the smell lingers. Your mind is back inside the novel's folds. And when the book ends, their lives do not. Like old friends, you recall them with whimsy and nostalgia. With regret and wonder. With what ifs.
I miss that.
Now I find myself re-reading entire pages to recall my place. Feeling detached. They are merely characters. It is merely a plot. It has an end.
Fictional moments of passion or dread are punctuated regularly with an insistant mama
I'm thankful anyway because I have chosen a mothering life that means long and calm days with my little girl.
I'm thankful that my days allow me to read anything.
I'm thankful anyway because that I'm reading at all means the Wildflower is content playing around me.
I'm thankful anyway because no matter how short the the reading, the view remains inspiring.
I'm thankful for a husband that has no expectations about the state of the house.
I'm thankful for a husband who if he has domestic expectations is experienced enough to keep them to himself.
I'm thankful anyway because the reason I'm not snuggling with a good book in bed, is because I'm snuggling my little girl.
Let me know (comment) if you've done your own Thankful Anyway and I'll add your link to this post. Grab the button up the top (right click & Save As) and a link back is always nice.
Tara at The Organic Sister
Lisa at My World Edenwild
Stacy at Mama-Om
Sheri at My So Called Homeschool
Mel at From Clutter to Shine