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One of the things I realized about how important #CBBookClub
is to me is that this is the first time in my adult life, as a wife & mom, that Iâve carved time for ME alone to do what I want. With no guilt. I adore the communal aspect of it, but the simple act of reading
is to me is that this is the first time in my adult life, as a wife & mom, that Iâve carved time for ME alone to do what I want. With no guilt. I adore the communal aspect of it, but the simple act of reading
for pleasure can feel so indulgent when you were raised to see mothers as entities who must always be DOING. Cooking, cleaning, giving, making... mothers in my culture never sit & read to themselves. Alone. Iâve never witnessed this growing up.
My mother heard the idea of book club & scoffed. How âAmericanâ, she thinks. Like going to the gym or spa. Spoiled. God forbid you do this & your house is a mess. In college I got all the time I needed to read, but in motherhood? No.
When my son was born I was working full time & also helping out in my momâs household. There was not a spare minute in my day. The only books I read were for the baby. Goodnight Moon memorized. And while I am so grateful for those moments, I need my moments too.
All women do, especially those who have to give themselves to everyone else first. My kid is going to be just fine if I retreat to my bed to read to myself. My husband is perfectly capable.
This bookclub brings me so much in connections but in solitude, too. My space.
This bookclub brings me so much in connections but in solitude, too. My space.
