Today was supposed to be another on-again/off-again stormy day. I have been meaning to take the boys (and myself!) to the local library to get cards and a lovely stash of books to keep us busy. Cooper is reading and I was so exicted to get him some of those early reader books to help boost his confidence in reading.
Before going into the library I remind my children what we discussed the night before about the rules of the library. It has been quite a while since we’ve been and they needed a bit of a refresher. Quiet voices, no running, general calmness and nice manners, etc. You know, the whole speech…
We go inside and get our new library cards (one for each of us just to make it extra fun) and then we move to the children’s section. The boys had a blast playing quietly with the toys and picking out books. They were so great! A few times I had to remind them to use their quiet voices even though I knew they were really excited about all these great books we were getting. We packed our things and Mommy headed over to her side of the library to quickly grab a couple books.
I found my treasures (travel books for researching next year’s big 10-year anniversary celebration vacation!) and we stood in the check out line. By now, my boys are so excited they can hardly stand it. But they are playing it cool and just softly telling me which books they can’t wait to read first when we get home.
The gal checking the books out mentions something to me (a.k.a. my attention is momentarily pulled from my wiggling kiddos) and as I listen I pass a small bag of books to Chase. He didn’t scream or even shout, he just used a normal kind of voice to say “Oh, heavy”. A lady next to me in line laughs at his cuteness and smiles in a genuinly sweet way at the boys and then I hear it, “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Some older man is shushing my child VERY dramatically and sort of spitting as he does it. He GLARES at me and then shakes his head in disgust.
My boys are doing nothing wrong. They are standing there, patiently waiting for me and my two-year old makes one comment in a non-whispered tone about his bag being heavy and that constitutes a dramatic shushing? Really?
So I look at this man and say to him, “Excuse me? They need to learn somehow.” And I make sure he knows I am talking to him. He looks at me with the same look of total disgust and dramatically annunciates, “Well you have to TEACH them”. I looked at him with my boldest Mommy face, eyebrows highly raise, gave a little oh-no-you-didn’t head bob and said back to him “I DID teach them, he is TWO”.
At this point, I think he realized that I’m about two seconds from walking over to him (I stepped a bit forward as I said this) and punching him in the nose if he continues to challenge and judge my parenting all because my little two year old commented that his books were heavy. He backed down, (good choice buddy) and I continued on my merry little way with my children.
Now, I did remind my children that at the library we need to keep our voices in check the ENTIRE time we are there. But I also commended them on what a good job they did.
How in the world will we teach a love for books, reading and learning if we don’t let our kids try? The library is a place you have to be taught to love and taught to respect.
The guy continued to be rude to the poor lady at the check out counter. All the other people smiled nicely at me in line and looked at me like “you go girl”. I can tell you I was highly tempted to take the issue further. My blood was boiling. But I checked myself, reminded myself that Jesus and my children are watching me and decided that I had said enough. I then patted myself on the back for having the guts to say ANYTHING to this rude guy.
It did however, remind me that my superpower would be lasers coming out of my eyes…Ahem…