
I had a chance to perform one of the greatest honors a librarian can perform the other day, which is the bestowing of a brand new library card.
This was a fairly frequent happening back when I worked the circulation desk, but these days my role is mostly regulated to coming out after the task is done to congratulate the (mostly) young, new recipient.
When Uma turned six, her and I went down to our city library to sign her up. My library also has a six years old sign up policy, the perfect time for the new card holder to be independent enough to know what they want and what they’re interested in, but still young enough to be guided and helped through the process by their parents or guardian.
(I’d add here that although state law protects a child’s library card privacy, there’s no six year old driving themselves down to the library to take out books. So, it remains a matter of parental control, but still a nice and exciting way to build enthusiasm for the kid, and even some measure of personal responsibility.)
In this case, the little girl I’ll call Emma, was six years and one month old as she told me.
At that age, the only thing we have the child actually do is sign her name to her card. The rest of the info is taken care of by the guardian.
After the info is was all punched in, I made a big show of taking out Emma’s new card, and having her sign her own signature to it. The kids usually take this part very seriously. She brought her card over to a desk and took her time writing her signature in big, bold kid letters.
Then I ceremoniously handed it back to her and said, “Emma, do you know what this card gets you?
She shook her head.
“Everything, I said. “Everything and anything you could want!”
It’s easy to forget the great experiment of a town building, open and owned by all, where you can go to find, literally, anything. Books, sure. But these days, information is in high demand.
And in the case of a six year old, ownership. We have the good fortune of our library being an old home. To many generational patrons, this place IS a second home. And to new kids like Emma, we strive for it to become that - a safe, open, welcoming place for her.
That card gives you all that, I told Emma.
She just smiled and tucked her new possession (perhaps her first identification that she now belongs to something important) into her pocket.
One more member of the family, on her first day of being special. Emma took out three books that day and left her mark by making a little drawing on our kids wall.
That place - that sacred, tested, historic place - is hers now. All hers.
I loved this column, and while I totally get being six and getting your first card and understanding the importance of it, my daughter (now in her thirties!) is an avid reader (50 books a year, at least) and after having her first baby in 2024 sent me a picture of the baby at 2 months of age with a sticker on her onesie that said "I got my first library card today" and the picture was captioned by my daughter with "Big Day here, we got our first library card." Evidently she'd walked to her library with the baby in the stroller and once inside, asked if there was an age limit for getting a library card and was told no. So now my granddaughter has her own library card. When I asked as to the point of it, I was told, "why not? Now we will have a record of every book she's ever read." That made me laugh! This baby is being raised by two very avid readers, so I know she'll be one too!
I love this!!! I'd forgotten what a thrill it was to get my first library card, the door to the reading kingdom.