Other editions of book A Chair for My Mother and Other Stories

There are some things that Rosa just knows. She knows that she can't wait to meet her new baby cousin, due to be born at any minute right upstairs. She knows that she will grow up and move away and maybe go to college, and perhaps even become the president of the United States. And she knows that the chair—that wonderful, beautiful, beloved chair, the chair for her mother—will always be there. Always. Just the way it is. Covered in velvet with roses all over it, ready for who-knows-what new adventure . . .

This classic and award-winning picture book was written and illustrated by the celebrated Vera B. Williams and was named a Caldecott Honor Book by the American Library Association. "A tender knockout . . . it's rare to find much vitality, spontaneity, and depth of feeling in such a simple, young book."—Kirkus ReviewsAfter their home is destroyed by a fire, Rosa, her mother, and grandmother save their coins to buy a really comfortable chair for all to enjoy. A Chair for My Mother has sold more than a million copies and is an ideal choice for reading and sharing at home and in the classroom. "A superbly conceived picture book expressing the joyful spirit of a loving family."—The Horn Book Supports the Common Core State Standards

There are some things that Rosa just knows. She knows that she can't wait to meet her new baby cousin, due to be born at any minute right upstairs. She knows that she will grow up and move away and maybe go to college, and perhaps even become the president of the United States. And she knows that the chair, that wonderful, beautiful, beloved chair, the chair for her mother, will always be there. Always.

There are some things that Rosa just knows. She knows that she can't wait to meet her new baby cousin, due to be born at any minute right upstairs. She knows that she will grow up and move away and maybe go to college, and perhaps even become the president of the United States. And she knows that the chair—that wonderful, beautiful, beloved chair, the chair for her mother—will always be there.Always. Just the way it is. Covered in velvet with roses all over it, ready for who-knows-what new adventure . . .

There are some things that Rosa just knows. She knows that she can't wait to meet her new baby cousin, due to be born at any minute right upstairs. She knows that she will grow up and move away and maybe go to college, and perhaps even become the president of the United States. And she knows that the chair—that wonderful, beautiful, beloved chair, the chair for her mother—will always be there. Always. Just the way it is. Covered in velvet with roses all over it, ready for who-knows-what new adventure . . .

There are some things that Rosa just knows. She knows that she can't wait to meet her new baby cousin, due to be born at any minute right upstairs. She knows that she will grow up and move away and maybe go to college, and perhaps even become the president of the United States. And she knows that the chair—that wonderful, beautiful, beloved chair, the chair for her mother—will always be there.Always. Just the way it is. Covered in velvet with roses all over it, ready for who-knows-what new adventure . . .

There are some things that Rosa just knows. She knows that she can't wait to meet her new baby cousin, due to be born at any minute right upstairs. She knows that she will grow up and move away and maybe go to college, and perhaps even become the president of the United States. And she knows that the chair—that wonderful, beautiful, beloved chair, the chair for her mother—will always be there. Always. Just the way it is. Covered in velvet with roses all over it, ready for who-knows-what new adventure . . .