As we are becoming more and more settled, I find myself trying to figure out what I am going to do here. In Sweden, I had a very full schedule which included a lot of volunteering, teaching piano and music classes, and time spent on the bus. But now, my calender isn’t that full.
With all of that time, I decided to visit the library. It was great walking around, seeing all the wonderful English titles. It was rather funny though because when I tried to sign up for a library card, I only had bills with my husband’s name on them, so we had to do this elaborate system of “we’ll mail you a card and if it doesn’t come back then we know you really live there, and you can check out books today, but only 3 or 4.” So here I am, after years of library famine, going to the feast only able to limit myself to a few books.
Anyhow, I noticed a sign for a book club which meets once a month to discuss literature. I was directed to the reference librarian and began to ask her some questions. Keep in mind that while I was talking to her, my baby was complaining because she is grumpy because she a rash from her antibiotics (not serious, but she’s grumpy), while my son who is four keeps picking on his sister. The librarian says to me, “This is a pretty serious book group. We like to approach our discussions from a scholarly viewpoint. We are very focused on actually discussing the book” She didn’t say this in a condescending manner at all, and it was clear from her comments that not all people approached the book club in that manner and were disappointed. When I responded that I have a degree in English literature and that the book choice looked great, her attitude changed a bit. She became more enthusiastic, explaining what a great group it was. I ended up checking out the book and am planning on my babysitting swap strategy.
The incident left me thinking, why do some people think that mothers can’t contribute seriously to a good discussion or are more interested in gossip than in literature? Okay, sorry this is not well-constructed. Is it the fact that children hang on us like monkeys that seems to diminish our intellect in the eyes of others? I’m not sure. Maybe I am over-reacting. I just wonder if other mothers have noticed this.
Sorry, I need to think about this a little more. I would appreciate any thoughts you might have.