My little girl is very much a library baby. She hung about in Christchurch’s Central Library (in utero), and then when she was born and I was back at work, she visited every lunchtime for a feed.
The librarians knew her name, and kept a track on her progress as she got older.
After the earthquakes, Central Library was closed and the staff moved to different libraries and workplaces. I worked from home, then at Linwood, and as a library user I just darted in and out to pick up my stuff. My daughter didn’t get to see all the nice librarians in the same way.
But when Central Library Peterborough opened in December 2011, we felt like we had our own place to visit.
Every weekend, she asks “Is it library day?” It is up there with the park as a cool desintation. We load up the pram full of books and pop in for a visit. We bring books and DVDs and CDs back, and get a new load of goodies.
She likes to “go to work” and have a play on the kids’ computers. She likes to get a stamp, and help issue books on the RFID terminal where her toddler ethos of “I can do it myself” gets a workout. We say Hi to the friendly librarians.
I’ve always like taking photographs of books – on my desk, the “to read” pile at home. My wee girl is into this idea, and when we get our library haul home, sometimes we take a picture and she likes to be in it.