There are some things from my childhood that I’ve always remembered fondly; things that make me smile upon their mere recollection – movies, foods, books, toys… But, there have been many times that after reminiscing over said fond memories I was prompted to pull out this movie or whip up that favorite “kid food” only to realize that it wasn’t nearly as good as I had remembered it to be.
Last night I had one of those moments during story time with Fern.
I pulled out our copy of “I’ll Love You Forever”. I remembered this book from when I was a kid and even remembered the little song the mom sings. I remember thinking it was really sweet and seeing my mom get kind of choked up about it.
I read the book to my little girl while my husband held her before bed time, we got a few pages in and suddenly exchanged knowing glances as things started to take a turn for the weird.
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The book starts out with a mom sneaking into her baby’s room while he sleeps and picking him up to rock him while she sings him her song: “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.” Sounds sweet right?
Well, as the book continues, the little boy gets older and the mom keeps sneaking into his room every night to rock him to sleep while singing the same song. This sounds great until it gets to the page where the boy is a teenager and she’s rocking a giant man boy. OK. Kind of weird, but still alright. She’s just a mom who loves her not-so-little-anymore boy. But, when the boy grows up and moves across town and the mom drives over in the night and climbs into his bedroom window using a ladder to rock her adult son? Ummm…creepy. Why did I not think this was a little strange as a kid? A story about a mom with attachment issues? Not quite as sweet.
Now I’m kind of curious about what other books and childhood memories aren’t quite as I remember them to be? I’ll probably still read the book to Fern so I can let her make her own decision about its merit though. Who knows, maybe she’ll be more perceptive than I was.
Do you have any children’s books that you think are a little creepy?