"Mommy am I done yet?" or "I really, really don't want to read today." This was what I found myself saying a lot when I was younger. Like any typical five-year-old, I loved running around, playing really just being bad, but at that age who didn't? When this happened I didn't get any timeouts. I had to get a book and read the whole thing to my mother, which was worse. I swear I could probably recite the whole "Saggy Baggy Elephant" now ever after all these years reading it over and over. In this essay you will see one situation where my mother has pushed me to be great not only in reading, but in...