Humanities Moments

Harry Potter and My Mom

Contributed by Amanda Trevino, 21, currently a college student who will be attending medical school next fall!
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I was always an avid reader as a child. As a matter of fact, I read a majority of the Harry Potter books when I was in elementary school. These books meant so much to me, it explored my sense of wonder and magic that my young soul craved. As a matter of fact, after reading these books, I dressed up as a witch for the remainder of my time in elementary school. My favorite book out of the series was Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

These books mean so much to me because of my mom. She was always so proud of me for reading such big books at a young age. Every time we would visit our family, she would always boast about how much I loved to read. Thinking back on it now, I can finally understand why she made this ordinary pastime for me, such an extraordinary event in her life. My mother did not have the same opportunities as I to read and actually enjoy reading. When my mother was in elementary school, her parents would make her work outside and clean the house in order for her family to survive. She did not have the privilege to sit down and obtain the wonder and joy that books gave me. So, to her, seeing me read must have been a validation her of her hard work so that I would not have to clean our house or work outside. Now, when I look back at the Harry Potter series, I not only think about the wonder and joy these books gave me, but also how happy, relieved, and proud my mother must have felt. She gave me the life that she always wanted.

I hope to one day pass down the collection of Harry Potter to my own kids and one day feel that proudness that my mother felt. My mother’s love for me reading, further increased my love of reading. Now, whenever I sit down to read a book, whether it be for fun or class, I always think of my mother and how hard she worked so that I could sit down and enjoy the book that she wished she could read.

I was always an avid reader as a child. As a matter of fact, I read a majority of the Harry Potter books when I was in elementary school. These books meant so much to me, it explored my sense of wonder and magic that my young soul craved. As a matter of fact, after reading these books, I dressed up as a witch for the remainder of my time in elementary school. My favorite book out of the series was Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. These books mean so much to me because of my mom. She was always so proud of me for reading such big books at a young age. Every time we would visit our family, she would always boast about how much I loved to read. Thinking back on it now, I can finally understand why she made this ordinary pastime for me, such an extraordinary event in her life. My mother did not have the same opportunities as I to read and actually enjoy reading. When my mother was in elementary school, her parents would make her work outside and clean the house in order for her family to survive. She did not have the privilege to sit down and obtain the wonder and joy that books gave me. So, to her, seeing me read must have been a validation her of her hard work so that I would not have to clean our house or work outside.

Now, when I look back at the Harry Potter series, I not only think about the wonder and joy these books gave me, but also how happy, relieved, and proud my mother must have felt. She gave me the life that she always wanted. I hope to one day pass down the collection of Harry Potter to my own kids and one day feel that proudness that my mother felt. My mother’s love for me reading, further increased my love of reading. Now, whenever I sit down to read a book, whether it be for fun or class, I always think of my mother and how hard she worked so that I could sit down and enjoy the book that she wished she could read.

Title

Harry Potter and My Mom

Description

I was always an avid reader as a child. As a matter of fact, I read a majority of the Harry Potter books when I was in elementary school. These books meant so much to me, it explored my sense of wonder and magic that my young soul craved. As a matter of fact, after reading these books, I dressed up as a witch for the remainder of my time in elementary school. My favorite book out of the series was Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

These books mean so much to me because of my mom. She was always so proud of me for reading such big books at a young age. Every time we would visit our family, she would always boast about how much I loved to read. Thinking back on it now, I can finally understand why she made this ordinary pastime for me, such an extraordinary event in her life. My mother did not have the same opportunities as I to read and actually enjoy reading. When my mother was in elementary school, her parents would make her work outside and clean the house in order for her family to survive. She did not have the privilege to sit down and obtain the wonder and joy that books gave me. So, to her, seeing me read must have been a validation her of her hard work so that I would not have to clean our house or work outside. Now, when I look back at the Harry Potter series, I not only think about the wonder and joy these books gave me, but also how happy, relieved, and proud my mother must have felt. She gave me the life that she always wanted.

I hope to one day pass down the collection of Harry Potter to my own kids and one day feel that proudness that my mother felt. My mother’s love for me reading, further increased my love of reading. Now, whenever I sit down to read a book, whether it be for fun or class, I always think of my mother and how hard she worked so that I could sit down and enjoy the book that she wished she could read.

I was always an avid reader as a child. As a matter of fact, I read a majority of the Harry Potter books when I was in elementary school. These books meant so much to me, it explored my sense of wonder and magic that my young soul craved. As a matter of fact, after reading these books, I dressed up as a witch for the remainder of my time in elementary school. My favorite book out of the series was Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. These books mean so much to me because of my mom. She was always so proud of me for reading such big books at a young age. Every time we would visit our family, she would always boast about how much I loved to read. Thinking back on it now, I can finally understand why she made this ordinary pastime for me, such an extraordinary event in her life. My mother did not have the same opportunities as I to read and actually enjoy reading. When my mother was in elementary school, her parents would make her work outside and clean the house in order for her family to survive. She did not have the privilege to sit down and obtain the wonder and joy that books gave me. So, to her, seeing me read must have been a validation her of her hard work so that I would not have to clean our house or work outside.

Now, when I look back at the Harry Potter series, I not only think about the wonder and joy these books gave me, but also how happy, relieved, and proud my mother must have felt. She gave me the life that she always wanted. I hope to one day pass down the collection of Harry Potter to my own kids and one day feel that proudness that my mother felt. My mother’s love for me reading, further increased my love of reading. Now, whenever I sit down to read a book, whether it be for fun or class, I always think of my mother and how hard she worked so that I could sit down and enjoy the book that she wished she could read.

Source

The Harry Potter series, particularly Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Date

This moment happened when I was a third grader.

Contributor

Amanda Trevino, 21, currently a college student who will be attending medical school next fall!

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harry-potter-and-my-mom

Referrer

I heard about the Humanities Moments from my wonderful English professor, Dr. Eide.

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