A note about reviewing books for kids:
Of course, in this day and age, I won’t go into a review without warning you, there are spoilers ahead. I’ve decided reviewing kid's books is something that will completely take the fun and magic out of the stories. I’m often left with many questions that can’t be answered. When I ask them, I’m constantly told, “It’s a kid's book. It doesn’t have to make sense.”
Believe me, I get it. There are many nonsensical books that I adore, but that doesn’t stop me from trying to make sense of it. I hope to get to them all.
Before I start making comments about the book, let me be honest. I am going to make fun of certain parts of this kid’s book, and while I do, keep in mind that I cried through the entire book the first five times I read it to my son. No word of a lie. I bawled.
It’s a fantastic book about a mom that loves her baby boy. She will love him forever. I get it. I feel it. I’m going to love my son forever as well.
I also love reading all of Munsch’s books because of the reading rhythm.
The descriptions of the ages are perfect. The terrible twos is where I’m at now. That page resonates with me the most at the moment.
Basically, her kid can be a terror, and she’s still going to love him forever. He’s going to be her baby as long as she’s living, and that’s how most moms feel. However, the story takes a turn. I hope for the sake of my son’s future partner that I don’t follow the footsteps of the mother.
Her son moves away from home after he grows up. The mother puts a ladder on her car, drives over to his house, sneaks in his window, and if he’s REALLY asleep, she picks him up and rocks him while singing her song. Perfectly normal.
Maybe he doesn’t have a partner. Maybe his mother already scared her away. She’s broken into her son’s house to rock him to sleep… except he’s already asleep. She’s showing stalker behaviour – except she’s not… because she’s a mother.
All I’m saying is she has overstepped. As a mother, I hope my crazy love for my son doesn’t quite make it that far.
The story redeems itself (SPOILER) when he holds his mother at the end and sings the song back to her. She raised a son who would drop everything to come to spend time with his mom.
Although, he probably doesn’t know about the times she broke into his house. I hope she cleaned at the same time.
After the grown son gets home, he goes into his newborn daughter’s room (he has most likely found a partner by now), and sings her the song his mother sang. It’s come full circle, and it’s the best ending. It almost makes me forget the mother sneaking into her son’s house while he sleeps.
Even though I still make fun of this book, I love it, and I still read it to my son. I don’t sob through the entire book anymore. I only cry if I read it for his milestones. (Who am I kidding? I may as well buy a ladder for the top of my car now.)