Pep, I saw your post about your mom on another thread, and it reminded me of a story I read to my kids when they were little. It's one of the books I've kept put away, never to throw out, because it's such a special book to us. Maybe you're familiar with it, maybe not. In any case, I'd like to share it with you here; hopefully, it's not a copyright violation to do so. It's entitled, "Love You Forever" and the author is Robert Munsch. It goes like this:

"A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

"The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, 'This kid is driving me CRAZY!'

"But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

"The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!

"But at night time when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

"The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!

"But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

"That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town.

"If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

"Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, 'You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick.' So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always. . .

"But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick.

"The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my Mommy you'll be.

"When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be."

PM

You made me cry! I'm due to have my first baby on Tuesday and this one hit close to home. What a sweet story.

Papermom ... I have 2 copies of this book!
I really cannot read it right now, too tender an area. ...
Maybe after the 1-year anniversary of her death, this comming March.

Thanks Papermom... you're very thoughtful.

Pep

It's by Robert Munsch...a Canadian author. It's a tear-jerker to be sure...more so when you read the circumstances that motivated the writting of what first was a song:

Munsch:

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Love You Forever
Love You Forever started as a song.

"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
as long as I'm living
my baby you'll be."


I made that up after my wife and I had two babies born dead. The song was my song to my dead babies. For a long time I had it in my head and I couldn't even sing it because every time I tried to sing it I cried. It was very strange having a song in my head that I couldn't sing.

For a long time it was just a song but one day, while telling stories at a big theatre at the University of Guelph, it occurred to me that I might be able to make a story around the song.

Out popped Love You Forever, pretty much the way it is in the book.

My regular publisher felt that it was not really a kid's book and I ended up doing it with another publisher.

One day the publisher called up and said "This is very strange. It is selling very well in retirement communities in Arizona. It is selling in retirement communities where kids are illegal. This is supposed to be a children's book. What is going on?"

"Grownups are buying it for grownups!"

In fact, it turned out that parents buy it for grandparents and grandparents buy it for parents and kids buy it for everybody and everybody buys it for kids.


The way I sing it in the story is just MY version. You are supposed to make up your own.


</font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial">Pep, I have trouble reading that book ...and my mom's alive.

I'm sorry if it seems inappropriate or difficult. For me, the book is a sweet and loving reminder of God's miraculous interweaving of child and parent.

My father was very ill for many years, and we cared for him lovingly. . . as he had cared for us as children.

For me, the book is a comfort.

Again, I apologize. I meant to be helpful.
PM

Papermom,

I hope I didn't convey a sense of misdirected sentiment to this post. It is beautiful story and a touching post on your part. I merely wanted to add to it by addressing emotional context under which it originated. I don't think one should deny grief its due. It's what makes us human and reminds us of our priorities.

Maybe it is I that should apologize for the intrusion.

of course not, Binder. I appreciated your added info! I just felt the story didn't do what I had intended.

Thanks for adding to!
PM

Thank you sooo much for this thread. It brings a happy tear to my eyes. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Wink]" src="images/icons/wink.gif" />

Mike Douglas (talk show host) once sang a song called: Daddy's Little Girl..... my father used to sing it to me and now when I hear it, I cry another happy tear. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Wink]" src="images/icons/wink.gif" />

Hugz,
L.