The kids and I had a little sit-in today. We stopped for a break at the Thompson Lane branch library. Its children’s collection has its own room and an energetic, friendly librarian. We settled ourselves in the carpeted loft used for picture books and story time. The baby crawls contentedly, quietly. Andrew begins reading aloud in what I would call a moderate, conversational level.
As soon as he finishes the first book, I see a middle-aged, mustachioed man walking up the steps toward us. He’s been working on a laptop in the lower level, children’s reference area. He shakes his finger for emphasis.
"How much longer is your son going to be reading out loud? It’s very distracting."
At this point the Mother Bear in me rumbles. “Well,” I gesture around, “you are in the children’s section.” The shy, Southern girl in me fights not to apologize. I hold my ground.
“Well,” he harrumphs, “I just can’t concentrate.”
Now, remember we are in the picture book loft of the children’s room of the library itself. This is the same place we heard the African drum concert a couple of months ago. “There are tables in the adult room,” I harrumph right back.
We spend the next forty-five minutes reading aloud. Ordinarily we would have left in fifteen minutes. I’m all for quiet voices and respect for others, but where else is reading aloud appropriate if not in the story time alcove of the children’s library?
So we drive home, flushed with rebellion and laden with books. I read through my email while nursing the baby. There’s a homeschool cooperative group inviting prospective students to a picnic this week. It sounds interesting, until I get to the part where the organizer says that “single, straight and polyamorous parents” are welcome. I know it’s an inclusive group, so I forward the invitation to a local friend. Does she know this group? What do they mean by the phrase “polyamorous”?
Only I didn’t forward the email to my friend. I forwarded my personal note to the entire GROUP.
Oh, the embarrassment.
I quickly compose an apology and send it right back.
I can feel all the blood in my body flowing right to my cheeks.
God really knows how to knock me off my high horse.
Be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility: for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble.--1 Peter 5:5