Did you go through the stage with your kids where they wanted the same book three times a day for a year? That book for our family was Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. We read that damn book so often we had all memorized the words and I considered painting a mural onto his wall. I would have if I could have figured out a way for it not to look scary in the dark.
Though I grew so sick of that book, it now brings a lump to my throat when I try to read it aloud today. I can't help but recall cuddling up with it and my boy before nap or bedtime. Smelling just-washed hair, footie pajamas, and chubby cheeks. He was always so interested in how it would end and loved the "wild things" (he had a wild streak himself).
Spike Jonze has directed this book into a movie due out in the fall, and though I hate seeing books made into movies, I'm compelled to go to this one. Watch this trailer and see if you get the goosebumps I did. All the memories came flooding back - my boy...
