Chillin’ with my nephew Blake
I wasn’t able to go to this (stupid work) but I’m proud of my baby girl! She will be joining the ranks of hormonal middle schoolers this fall!
Lana & her best friend Alexa are growing up! Going into the 6th grade means they get hang out with us in “big church” before going to MSM (Middle School Ministries).
I remember going to the library a lot as a kid. My dad was a big reader & my mom was always willing to drive my brother & I pretty much whenever we wanted. It was a big library, too, at two stories. I rarely took the elevator and almost always ran up the stairs to the kids section.
I didn’t always read a lot when I was there & I didn’t check out a lot of books, but I still liked going and hanging out, often for hours. I had many interests (military history, Disney, outdoors/camping, helicopters, art/drawing, architecture, travel, science, etc, etc) and the library was the perfect place to absorb everything. Ironically, I don’t read a whole bunch now as an adult. Still, libraries were an integral part of exploring the world through books during my childhood so they have a special place in my consciousness.
I think I read then much like how I read from the internet now- whatever strikes my fancy at that particular time is what I will read, never really settling on one topic for too long for fear of missing out on something new just over the horizon. I didn’t want to learn or know everything about something, I wanted to know something about everything.
Today I took Ian to the library to get his library card. He has been asking for a while, since his school handed out applications for library cards a few weeks ago. Ian filled out the form by himself (I helped a little), brought it to the counter himself, signed (printed) his name the back of the card and checked out 2 books. As much as I hoped he would have chosen a book I liked (Choose Your Own Adventure FTW!) instead of a Pokemon book (yuck), I don’t want to hinder his (hopefully) growing love of the public library by dictating what he can and can’t check out simply because I don’t like it or want him to read what I used to read so I can relive my library days. The only thing I want him to take away from this experience is that libraries are great places. Not as an escape, though sometimes they are, but more as a destination.
Seriously though, Pokemon? He’s sort of into Yu-Gi-Oh at least, but I can’t wait til he’s more confident with his reading so we can play Magic: the Gathering or other similar card games. But that’s a post for a different time.