Love you forever
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
as long as I'm living
my baby you'll be."
The book by Robert Munsch gave Pickle many giggling fits. At bedtime, I'd ask him what book we were going to read that night. Occasionally, he'd get a devilish grin and pull out this book. He knew that it would make mom cry - every time. Every.single.time.
Today, I went to the funeral of my friend's grandmother. I remember Nanny from my visits to my friend's house as a young girl. I didn't take any tissues to the funeral because I wasn't worried about crying. I love my friend and I was there to support her and wasn't really concerned about getting all choked up. That is, until the the minister pulled out Love You Forever to talk about how our mothers are always our mothers, even when they're frail and we are the caretaker. We will always be their babies. So, there I was standing in my black dress (in which I looked very nice, thank you very much) and had tears running down my face thinking about my sweet Pickle and how he would get that impish grin because he knew he would make me cry when I read the story to him.
Think I'm going to sneak upstairs and if he's asleep, really asleep, I'll hold him in my arms and I'll whisper:
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always, a
s long as I'm living
my baby you'll be."
I'll like you for always,
as long as I'm living
my baby you'll be."
The book by Robert Munsch gave Pickle many giggling fits. At bedtime, I'd ask him what book we were going to read that night. Occasionally, he'd get a devilish grin and pull out this book. He knew that it would make mom cry - every time. Every.single.time.
Today, I went to the funeral of my friend's grandmother. I remember Nanny from my visits to my friend's house as a young girl. I didn't take any tissues to the funeral because I wasn't worried about crying. I love my friend and I was there to support her and wasn't really concerned about getting all choked up. That is, until the the minister pulled out Love You Forever to talk about how our mothers are always our mothers, even when they're frail and we are the caretaker. We will always be their babies. So, there I was standing in my black dress (in which I looked very nice, thank you very much) and had tears running down my face thinking about my sweet Pickle and how he would get that impish grin because he knew he would make me cry when I read the story to him.
Think I'm going to sneak upstairs and if he's asleep, really asleep, I'll hold him in my arms and I'll whisper:
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always, a
s long as I'm living
my baby you'll be."
7 Comments:
At 9:43 PM, May 09, 2007,
Anonymous said…
Don't feel a bit silly, AoM; I'm a 50-year-old father who could NOT get through that same passage to my boys at bedtimes past without choking up.
At 10:00 PM, May 09, 2007,
Anonymous said…
While I love that book, am I the only one that thinks the Mom borders on the edge of stalking when she drives through town and crawls into her adult child's bedroom at night? The book made me cry, and we received it as a gift with our firstborn, but there is something freaky about the scene where the Mom is in her middle aged son's room and holding him in her arms! Blessed-with-3
At 11:18 PM, May 09, 2007,
Army of Mom said…
Ok, I agree that sneaking in your adult child's bedroom window is kind of creepy. That part reminds me of that really bad Law & Order with Chad Lowe. The one where his mom was molesting him. It was pretty nasty. But, skip that part of the book ...
At 9:29 AM, May 10, 2007,
Anonymous said…
I remember that book too........... They sure grow up fast don't they:(
At 10:26 AM, May 10, 2007,
carrie said…
AoM
I totally understand. That book makes me cry everytime too.
At 12:43 PM, May 10, 2007,
Kelly said…
I cry just thinking about that book!
Beautiful post - especially in light of Mother's Day!
At 6:54 PM, May 11, 2007,
Anonymous said…
Dang--Blogger still has a mean gatekeeper...I'd better write my name MrsDoF here, just in case
Oh, I definitely think the mother was stalking, but I try to focus on the eternal love events.
I don't think I've ever cried while that book was being read.
I can relate about how children are the sweetest, most trusting little people, and so we hold them close to our hearts and memory.
The book that gets me all weepy is _The Next Place_ by Warren Hanson. It was read aloud by a teenage girl at my friend Sandi's funeral.
Here I sit, with it pulled off the shelf onto my lap, and you mentioned a funeral....shudder and sob
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