Those who know me well, know I love to read. Novels, blogs, magazines – my love of the written word is part of who I am. Looking back, I need to thank my amazing father – and his chair – for sparking my love of reading.
I remember curling up on my dad’s lap as a child. Sitting in the comfort of his wonderfully cozy leather armchair, we’d regularly discover new mysteries, new adventures, and new horizons. It was in this chair that he introduced me to Tolkien’s Bilbo Baggins and so many other fantastic characters, authors, and worlds.
Thankfully, both my dad and his armchair are still with us. I’m forever grateful for this cherished father-son time, as it helped shaped me into the voracious reader I am today.
I now realize how lucky my family was to live in a fully-furnished home where we could build such memories. Sadly, there are so many families in the GTA who are not so fortunate; there is no reading chair. In fact, there might not be any chairs at all.
I invite you to take a moment to look back on your memories of your father and a favourite piece of furniture that shaped your childhood. And as you do, think about the memories a young child and their parent(s) could build with a chair you’ve donated.
Thanks, and Happy Father’s Day to all the “dads” out there! You come in many forms – and sometimes in the shape of a single mom. The role you play in your building your child’s future, and memories, is irreplaceable and invaluable.