I can no longer go to the book store that sits a block from my house. Thanks to a frigging kids book on the discount rack.
Just enjoying a few kids books delighting in the pictures and stories & remembering days where I was tucked in & read to nightly. I was lucky enough to come from two parents who encouraged reading & took the time regularly to read to us. When we were old enough they were sure to ensure library visits or shopping trips had us stocked with tales to read on our own. There were many days that I was kept out of trouble due to being glued to discovering what worlds lie within two covers.
From time to time I peruse the racks and check out the children’s section in addition to the more age appropriate ones. Usually I get bored pretty quick and move on. For some reason, maybe it is the season of the inner child, I found myself reading a couple during my visit today.
However, I was not ready for the book with the smiling kid tearing up the toilet paper on the cover. Looked innocent and playful enough.
Why does this book sit there without any warning labels or indications of what lies between the covers? Waiting to strike its pain to those when they least expect it. Confused?
As the story begins, a son has just been born. The story then continues through the life of the boy until he is a grown man. The mother continues to rock her son to sleep singing “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.” Later, the role is reversed and he holds his elderly mother and says “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my Mommy you’ll be.” At the very end of the story, the mother passes away and her son is the father of a little girl, rocking her to sleep; singing the same song that his mother used to sing to him.
While I knew with a title like Love You Forever it might be sentimental, I was NOT read for the tears falling & the crushed feeling I got. Lets just say I didn’t get to the part where the son has his own daughter or the mother passes. The image of the son holding his mom was all I could take.
There it was midst the goofy stories of animals exploring life and learning, various editions of familiar takes retold in countless ways and simple words for babies board books. Like a black widow spider hanging out in the playland ball pit. No foreboding or hint of the way it can swiftly change a happy day into sorrow.
Try to play it off like I had something in my eye, but that didn’t really fool anyone especially when I started the sniffling. UG! Yup… I am now able to say I have broken down in a public place. Check that one off my life or bucket list. Great.
Maybe it is the season or stress of everything going on or perhaps it is the evil words of the pages with pictures. Book burning anyone?
Thankfully the reviews from places like Amazon make me feel a little less alone in my weepy experience. Sounds like this is one that tugs at many heartstrings.
& some people dare say books are boring! Ha!