We go up the elevator to the kids' section and she finds her name tag necklace. Then the teacher (or PERSON who lives in the library) ushers the group into another room for twenty minutes while the moms wait outside. And during that time I mosey around the books or check my phone but I never talk to one of the other moms and they don't talk to me. Why is this.
When storytime is up, we are called in to watch an old film from a projector onto a white screen and then we make a craft. I've caught a few weak-smiled glances here and there a couple of times - maybe they like Ivy's colorful outfit today or maybe they are thinking does that child ever wear matching clothing?
Admittedly, just like the beautifully illustrated hardbacks I pile in my arms, I am totally guilty of judging books by their covers.
Most of these moms are wearing workout clothes and look good in them. Like, they just came from a run or yoga class but had time to fix their hair, so. And I clearly just woke up, finger brushed away the bedhead and threw on the same jeans from yesterday (and okay the day before that, too.) I imagine that if any one of them ever does talk to me, I'll find out that their kid in the library class is their first child. That would explain a lot. Maybe I don't engage with them because I don't want to know any different.
Ahh, I have issues. Off we go!
(I'll keep you posted)