I am patiently waiting for Henry to enter deep baby sleep so I can hop on the indoor bike trainer and get my workout in. Until then, I shall creep him out by reading him Love You Forever.
One of the best things about being a mom is getting to read kidsâ€™ books (and, down the line, watch kid movies) because, letâ€™s face it, kidsâ€™ books are awesome. A friend gave me Love You Forever for Henryâ€™s library collection; I had never read it before but itâ€™s a lovely tale about a mom who sings a sweet song to her little baby.. then to her little boyâ€¦ then to her teenager.. and then to her grown man. Iâ€™m sure kids all over love this nice little tale of enduring and unconditional love.
â€¦ But if you are looking at the illustrations with adult eyes, you end up feeling totally skeeved out.
THE MOM CRAWLS INTO HER TEENAGE SONâ€™S BEDROOM AND STARES AT HIM WHILE HE SLEEPS.
And she eventually breaks into his house, climbs into his window via a ladder, and sings her adult son a lullaby â€“ while heâ€™s asleep. I kid you not.
I think the words youâ€™re looking for are â€˜enmeshedâ€™ and â€˜codependent.â€™
All joking aside, every time I read this book to Henry, I sob hysterically. And while writing this post, I checked out the authorâ€™s biography, and he seems like a really cool (and non-creepy) dude. Other kidsâ€™ books that I find to be scary: James and the Giant Peach (his parents die and his aunts beat himâ€¦ within the first two pages) and The Velveteen Rabbit (the little boyâ€™s toys are actually alive but get tossed into a huge bonfire â€“ holy crap).
Oh â€“ hey. Henry is awake. A nightmare about scary codependent mommies probably woke him upâ€¦