Losing yourself

12 Aug

Once upon a time there was a girl who was always reading. Breakfast time – reading. Lunch – reading. Dinner – reading. On the bus/train – reading. During breaks at work – reading. Days off – entire days of reading, reading, reading. Sometimes, she even read on the toilet, but only if she was at a good bit (reading in the loo is a bit yuck!) She would read five or six books a week in this way – every spare moment was devoted to reading, especially if it were a particularly good book. Why? Because you can lose yourself in a good book. You can quite easily see life through someone else’s eyes. The whole world can look different through the lens of the printed word.

I was that girl. And last night I finished the first book I’ve read that wasn’t about parenting for months and months and months. The sense of accomplishment was unlike that I’ve felt with any other book. Not that it was a hard read, it was actually quite enjoyable. But I felt like jumping out of bed and doing a little dance around the bed, maybe sing a song. Not that I did. Sleeping hubby and child put paid to any chances of that happening!  I imagine if I ever get through more than four pages of Ulysses I might feel the same (says the girl with an MA in Anglo-Irish Literature!)

I miss reading. I miss the feeling of being “lost” in another world, not a better one, just a different one.

Now though, I can get lost in the sound of my son’s laughter, the beauty of his smile, the steely glint of determination in his eyes and the joy in his face when he manages to take a few steps without falling down. I can lose myself in the minutiae of life, as seen through his eyes.Tiernan's smile

I’ll still try to read a novel or two when I get the chance though. And dream of the day when I can read a book form cover to cover again.

One Response to “Losing yourself”

  1. Janine August 12, 2009 at 3:10 pm #

    Just found you – welcome to blogdom. I keep staying awake far too late at night as bedtime is the only time I get to read these days. Then I regret it when I get my early wake-up call from little man.

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