So, as many of you know, my family has been in transition. You would think a month out from moving day I would be settled, organized and back to normal. Um, well, not exactly. Our move is of the temporary sort, which according to some report my Dad read about, adds us to the list of growing homeless people. Yeah. Living with your family members in a home that is not your own, is technically considered homeless. Where’s my handout? Just kidding. We are settling in to the spidery basement (just killed two yesterday) and are making some progress in finding a home. Did I mention we have to wait for the State Board of Education to approve my husband’s full time employment? Red tape. (sigh).

Since I can’t seem to find many of our things when I am looking for them (still have boxes all over the place- I don’t want to repack everything when we move again), I decided to bring sanity back to my life. So we took a trip to the library to get library cards and books. We got a card at the County library, figuring that that would be a safe bet for when we find a new house and move. It was a fun, lovely, family affair that consisted of lots of library-inappropriate noise after we all got new cards:

Child #1: “LOOK!!!! They have Star Wars the Clone Wars!!! AWESOME!!!”

Child # 2: “I just found Pokemon, and the Secrets of Droon!”

Both together at the top of their lungs: “YEAH!!!!!!! All Right, this is awesome!”

To top it all off Child #3, who recently found a very loud voice after almost two and a half years of grunts and simple signs, went running wildly among the aisles until he found a pteranadon hanging from the ceiling and then shouted:


and on and on and on.

I took a deep breath and felt that I was truly getting settled in. Nothing like a library to make you feel at home. Of course, then I tracked down the munchkins and reminded them a million times to, “keep it down, use your inside voice, we are in the library!” I guess, in a way it’s my fault for making them go a couple of weeks without a trip to the library. Actually, it wasn’t as long for them as it was for me. The first day the older two went to their new school it was library day for each of them. So they both came home with new library books to read within a week of moving. For my oldest child, his books were a coping mechanism for moving. He read at recess until he’d made friends with other kids (thank goodness “How to Eat Fried Worms didn’t scare him to pieces about moving), and now he just whizzes through his school work so that he can get to the ‘drop everything and read’ program, which he really enjoys.

I have always wanted to foster a love of reading in my children and I wondered if they would ever transition from kids who like going to the library because they can see their friends at storytime, to kids who just plain like going to the library because they love books. I think we’ve made it.  But I’m not backing off- heaven knows we can’t have anyone changing their minds about loving books in my house!

How have books and libraries helped your family?