I remember reading anything that I could get my hands on when I was a kid.
My mom's Good Housekeeping magazines - do you remember the yellow section that used to be in the middle? That was my favorite. I read Parents and Parenting magazine when I was a preteen and teen. I read Erma Bombeck - she was a favorite - and Victoria Holt and lots and lots of books that were completely inappropriate for my age.
Man, I loved me some Erma Bombeck. She was one seriously funny lady.
Her books always grabbed me because they were stories, you know? Stories. That's what grabbed me - the stories. The stories are the best part. I'm not really a non fiction reader - I just like the stories of what makes each person an individual.
I would venture to say that we are all drawn to the stories. What happened to the woman who was in the car accident? The boy who struggled in school? The man in the restaurant, the one who sat at the counter and ordered a milkshake? What were their stories?
Why did she act that way, read that book, choose to buy that car? What made her eat an entire chocolate cheesecake?
We all have stories. That's why we blog.
My stories are boring lately. (Well, other than my kid almost dying over the weekend. That right there is a story I could do without learning about again, thanks all the same.) The stories of my life, for a long time, have been the stories of my kids - my life with them, the struggles and foibles of raising a larger than typical size family with a husband who works incredibly long hours. But my kids are getting older and their stories are separating from mine. Our lives, which at one point in time were convergent lines, are now more divergent. And their lives are not always something that they want to share with me, or anyone else.
I take my kids to school. (YAY for school - at least for the shorties. The middles go in two weeks. The college kids go next week.) I come home, try to exercise, and I work for the rest of the day. I get the kids, work some more, make dinner, cook some other foods, clean up and fold way too much laundry - and go to bed and repeat. I might watch a bit of tv, go to a movie, or read a good book.
Everyone has a similar story, for most of us feel as if we have a boring life. There's solidity in the boring, the mundane. There's comfort in the typical, the nonchlant sameness of each day. We embrace the reality of everyday.
And even though it isn't exciting, it's a good place to be. It's what we do with that everyday sameness that makes us - us.
We are all pretty awesome.