June 20, 2012
Written by Marykate Wurster, mom of 3, from Connecticut
I love my local library. I am there frequently dashing in and out to return a book, stopping by to pay a fine for a late movie (again) or to pick up tickets to a magic show. But someday, someday, I am going to stay and sink into the large worn leather chairs that always beckon to me from the reading room, reserved for people unlike me.
I will sit myself next to a well-dressed man, retired perhaps, for hours and peruse book after book until I tire of it. All the people who work there will be talking about, they will be confused, alarmed. They will ask “isn’t that the woman with the three children, the woman who always looks like she is running late for an appointment, who has a child making an emergency sprint to the bathroom, one lost and another riding the chair ladder like she is canoeing up a river?” The scandal, the shock of it delights me.
And when I am done and had my fill, I won’t check anything out at all. I will simply stand with a satisfied and smug smile on my face, and leave.
Someday ladies, I will do this. Okay, time to share, what is your mom fantasy?
Share this post