I love going to the library. Unless I have a fine. Or even think I might have a fine. When I finally find the lost book that has caused the fine, I drop it in the outside return box instead of having to go inside and face that fine and the librarians who I assume are thinking the worst of me. "You misplaced a library book? For three weeks??? What kind of person are you?" That's what I think they must be thinking. So I avoid it. Until my children manage to talk me into going to the library once again. It takes all kinds of courage and feeding off of my children's excitement to get me up to that desk where I quietly say, "I have a fine I need to pay." I'm afraid my face turns red every time. It's rather prone to do that.
Just yesterday we found one of those poor lost library books. Thoughts of dread started filling my mind. I kept pushing them out. I know that it really is silly to dread the library and the librarians. So, after taking Miss Bear to her afternoon Kindergarten class, Miss Monkey, Little Man and I went to the library. I went right up to the desk and handed the book to the librarian who was smiling at me. I told her the book had been missing and that I needed to pay the fine. She said "OK" and kept smiling! And I'm pretty sure my face did not turn red. In less than a minute my fine was all gone and I was free of guilt. I was excited to be in the library again! The kids and I chose some new books and a couple of movies. I talked to another librarian and asked if she could recommend any good books about the states for young children. She couldn't think of anything but left a note for the reference librarian who would be in later. Librarians are so neat!
We checked out our books and dvd's, went home, and sat down to read. It was great! And this time I'm sure we won't lose any books. I hope.