Photo by Liane Metzler on Unsplash Maybe it’s a rite of passage, learned behavior or simply genetics. But all of us become our parents somehow. My initial relationship with my mother was one of admiration: Baby Vanessa wanted to emulate her mother’s love of reading. Every week, my mom would take my siblings and I to the local library and we’d all scatter to our favorite sections. My little brother would skim through Goosebumps knowing that my mom would say he was too young to check them out. I’d look at abridged versions of classic literature and pretty much any book with a horse on the cover. My mom has always favored mystery novels. Every week, I’d leave with a stack of books just as tall as my mom’s stack.
#NaNonFicWriMo: Becoming Your Parents
#NaNonFicWriMo: Becoming Your Parents
#NaNonFicWriMo: Becoming Your Parents
Photo by Liane Metzler on Unsplash Maybe it’s a rite of passage, learned behavior or simply genetics. But all of us become our parents somehow. My initial relationship with my mother was one of admiration: Baby Vanessa wanted to emulate her mother’s love of reading. Every week, my mom would take my siblings and I to the local library and we’d all scatter to our favorite sections. My little brother would skim through Goosebumps knowing that my mom would say he was too young to check them out. I’d look at abridged versions of classic literature and pretty much any book with a horse on the cover. My mom has always favored mystery novels. Every week, I’d leave with a stack of books just as tall as my mom’s stack.