Happy Mother’s Day to My Mother, the Reader

This picture was taken shortly after my mother’s first Mother’s Day in 1956. That’s me on her lap—her oldest child. She loved reading, and she started teaching me early.

Despite my mother’s early lessons, I spent the first thirty years of my life trying not to be like her. It wasn’t until around my 30^th birthday that I realized how much alike we were. For more on this topic, see my post here.

My mother died in 2014, but I’m thinking of her this week. Maybe I’ll read a book in her honor.

What do you recall most about your mother from your growing-up years?