If we were having coffee, I’d confess that I made Philip scream at the library.
If we were having coffee, you might ask how I did that. In order to explain, let me describe our typical visit to the library. For Philip, this particular branch is associated with DVDs. He follows a fairly rigid routine that involves returning items, picking out exactly six DVDs from the children’s section and checking them out. I’ve gradually adjusted this to include stopping by the children’s play area (where he always plays with the same toy) and then moving into the adult DVD and audiobook section. If needed, I can usually get him to accompany me to the adult stacks if I want to borrow a book.
Once we have all our items, we use the self-checkout. Philip has learned how to scan his movie selections. Sometimes he rushes. Sometimes he takes so long that the session threatens to time out. I just have to guide his hand when he moves too fast and misses the barcode or hit the “continue” button when he is opening each case to spin the DVDs. Rarely is there a queue, so we have all the time in the world.
Except when I forget.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I forgot this morning. Peter was waiting for us in the car, and I decided that Philip didn’t need to examine each case for so long.
“Scan Calliou,” I urged him.
Philip screamed in response.
If we were having coffee, I’d admit that I was momentarily embarrassed. I was worried about what the librarian or other patrons would think. I was worried they would be judging Philip and me. I deserved the judgment, but not Philip. I wasn’t being a bad parent because I
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I hear Guns N’ Roses in my head whenever I try to rush Philip and it backfires. This is some good advice:
Said woman take it slow, and it’ll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience