Knowledge quest

Read, Read, Read.  It is what I do.  I have always been a big reader.  In Grade School, I would read on the bus, in High School, I would sneak my mom's romance novels. I was in "Adventure's In Reading" geeky kid group in school.  From Gone with the Wind to Lonesome Dove,  Beowulf to Flowers in the Attic... I've read them all.  I've been in book discussion clubs and am a huge fan of those old musty buildings known as libraries (recently heard that line in a movie).
When I met Bryan and found out that he was also a huge reader, I jumped for joy.  Finally, a guy I could talk literature with!  Together, we read novels and compare thoughts.  Every night, we read before bed.  We read the newspaper and discuss news stories at breakfast over coffee.  We read magazine articles, I'm embarrassed to say, in the bathroom.  I read while I breastfeed Roa at naptimes. 
Big followers of the written word.

Lately, my reading genre has changed.   All I read are books about Brain injury, Cerebral Palsy, Conductive Education and alternative therapies.  I read blogs from other great parents online.  Articles from medical journals about current research in motor delays.  Parenting clips on every developmental topic.

 Do I still enjoy reading?   Very much! However, my reading has taken on a new feel. I read with passion and a sort of desperation.  I read out of necessity to uncover the unknown.  I read out of love for my son that is guiding me through this maze of diagnosis', doctor reports, and therapist notes.  And I admit, I read out of fear.  Fear of failure and future heartache.

Bryan jokes with me, "Put down the book, log off the computer.  It will all be there tomorrow".  But, will I have the time tomorrow to fit my quest for knowledge in??

One of my greatest fears of late is that Roa, with his mid-brain injury, will not be able to read.  Language and the understanding of words and written symbol is a mid-brain, left hemisphere function.  Could it be that the son of two very avid readers COULD NOT READ??  It saddens me to no end to even have the dreadful thought. 

So, we read to Roa often and faithfully.  I read while we snuggle in the morning when he wakes, I read to him at naptime, Daddy reads to him each night at bed.  Roa has such a love of books and the stories they bring of firetruck sirens and bunnies with mamas who love them so much!  His eyes light up when we search for the hidden mouse or find the moon on the page.  

We love to read and we will read TO Roa for the rest of his life, if he cannot do so himself.  Because, no one should live a life without a good book that is being read.