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 kids’ books (and, down the line, watch kid movies) because, let’s face it, kids’ books are awesome. A friend gave me Love You Forever for Henry’s library collection; I had never read it before but it’s a lovely tale about a mom who sings a sweet song to her little baby.. then to her little boy… then to her teenager.. and then to her grown man. I’m sure kids all over love this nice little tale of enduring and unconditional love.
… But if you are looking at the illustrations with adult eyes, you end up feeling totally skeeved out.
THE MOM CRAWLS INTO HER TEENAGE SON’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 – while he’s asleep. I kid you not.
I think the words you’re looking for are ‘enmeshed’ and ‘codependent.’
All joking aside, every time I read this book to Henry, I sob hysterically. And while writing this post, I checked out the author’s biography, and he seems like a really cool (and non-creepy) dude. Other kids’ books that I find to be scary: James and the Giant Peach (his parents die and his aunts beat him… within the first two pages) and The Velveteen Rabbit (the little boy’s toys are actually alive but get tossed into a huge bonfire – holy crap).
Oh – hey. Henry is awake. A nightmare about scary codependent mommies probably woke him up…