My storytime lady can beat up your storytime lady.
I take The Child about town every day on a variety of errands. Sometimes it’s to purchase thing she needs, sometimes its to replace things she’s broken, but most of the time its to fill her head up with wonderment. One of our favorite imagination stations is the public library. We have an award-winning library here in town. How do you get to be the number one library in the country? By having the best damn storytime lady, that’s how.
Miss A is a storytime legend. The Child wasn’t a week old when our dear friend and doula started giving us the low down on when and where to see Miss A in action. Thrilling tales, catchy songs and motherly affection are her trademark moves. A student in my middle school class remembers her fondly, and coincidentally, Miss A remembers her. And her birthday! That’s a woman who likes children.
The Child now has an insatiable lust for storytimes. Some time ago we were shopping in a large book selling emporium when my kid instantly sniffed out the children’s section and discovered they were having a little storytime of their own. Most of the kids were sitting in strollers. All were a bit too old and a bit too fat to be strolled in my opinion. A few were texting. In mid story, a starbucks employee handed out and mini shakes to the kids and the storytime lady started asking the kids test market questions. And then it was over! The Child asked, nearly in tears, “what about the story? When do we sing?” I was furious. On my way out, I stopped a mom perambulating her lump of a son, still sipping TWO mini shakes, and asked what just happened. She told me, “It’s great, isn’t it? We only come for the food.”
Later that week, basking in Miss A’s warm loving smile, we had a real storytime. On the way out, I noticed The Child give her an extra long hug, and I think I said “thank you” a little stronger and louder than is normal. I hope she understood why.