July 18, 2012
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. . . .
Until this month, I had never stepped inside a library with my kids. I know, that’s shameful. As the mother of 4 kids, you would think I’d managed a visit to the library with them at least once.
Bad mummy confession, for sure. But there’s always a first time for everything, and that first time in a library occurred two weeks ago with my two older kids. They browsed through the boxes and shelves and came home laden with books of all sorts. In typical Saraya style, she was jealous and demanded I take her to the library as well.
And so I did. Today, we met up with our friends for “storytime” at a nearby branch. Okay, so we arrived a little bit late due to not realising that Storytime was going on in the library meeting room, behind closed doors. By the time I realised, the story was over and it was craft time. Not to worry, Saraya and Paddy love making things. They each made a paper japanese lantern and wrote a special wish, which they put inside. Paddy wished for a giant green T-Rex, and Saraya wrote down a pink mermaid. I’m sure they were actually writing down what they want for Christmas, but that’s okay. A wish is a wish.
With wish lanterns in hand, we then went to the junior section of the library where the kids went a little crazy. Paddy found a Dora The Explorer book (yes, he appreciates the Classics) and had to fight off half a dozen other little girls who also wanted that particular book. It was a case of “first in, first served” – sorry girls, you are going to have to wait until we return it in 2 weeks (cue evil laugh – hahahahahahahahahaha!!!)
Saraya, on the other hand, was quite taken with the fairy books. And the dog books. And the horse books. And the mermaid books. And the cat books. And the crocodile books. In fact, she was pretty much taken with all the books.
We walked out of that library with 16 books, on a promise to return them in a fortnight. Already, tonight we have read 5 of them. I think I’m going to have to pace myself a little.
Directly across from the library is a man-made lake and weir, full of fish and ducks (and, if you ask my kids, teeming with bull sharks). My friend Fran and I picked up a coffee each, and decided we’d take the kids for a stroll – her two little girls, plus Saraya and Patrick. Well, that seemed to be their cue to run off as fast as they could, a terrifying thought for us slow-moving mums as the lake was not fenced. But they survived. The sharks will have to wait another day for a crazy child to fall into the lake, they weren’t getting ours today. Instead, the kids threw rocks into the lake (as we forgot the stale bread) and took aim at the ducks, who were milling around expecting us to feed them some of that delicious white stuff people usually throw to them. No, those poor ducks just got rocks! And no ducks were killed during this particular rock-throwing spree (not deliberately, anyway).
It’s funny how such a simple outing can turn into something so enjoyable. And it’s funny how two 2 year olds and two 4 year olds can take such delight in a library.
But they did. And they will be back. In fact, they’re already begging me take them next week. And do you know what? I think we may do just that.