"Sleep with me" she said to my side while I rinsed of the dinner dishes. I tried to hide the cringe that happens almost like a bad-mom reflex. It's not that I dislike the bedtime routine or more time with my daughter, there are just
"Are you sure you don't want Dad to put you to bed?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Noooooooo" and off she ran before the discussion can continue. This discussion was complete as far as Bumper was concerned.
After washing up and changing into her pjs, she sat on the edge of her bed and said "Read to me Mom".
Now there is a request I rarely refuse, the exception being the times when it is the delay tactic du jour.
I'm happy to read and I replied with another reflex response "Three books Bumper. Which books do you want?"
Oh no, I forgot about her must- have books of late. Why do my mommy reflexes have to be so quick to respond?
Please please please don't say it Bumper, I said in my head. Please please don't ask for that book.
She hummed and hawed, started to form some requests and then says "that book mommy, the book".
I pretended I didn't know which book. She didn't buy it.
Up she got, slightly miffed as she makes her way over to the pile of books right beside me.
Watching her rifle through the pile, I didn't see it's tell tale cover and felt some relief. Maybe she will ask for Boo!. Oh please let it be that one.
Then she stopped, muttered "there it is" and stood up waving the book triumphantly.
"Here's the book mommy - this one!".
It's Love You Forever.
OMG, I can't get through this book without choking up.
I know some folks find this book slightly creepy but not me. It's such a perfect simple yet complex story and it makes a cranky person like me get all leaky eyed.
So as I snuggled down with Bumper I tried my best not to cry before getting through. Damn, it's like someone is pulling my nose hairs as I get to those last few pages. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Damn you [not really] Robert Munsch and your happy but sad little stories.
Seriously this book always gets me. Earlier this year SB downloaded a reading of this story on iTunes and we were listening to it on our last road trip. And in the name of entertaining our child, I almost drove off the 401 from weeping so hard. I had a red snotty nose and leaky eyes for over 50 kilometres. Not very pretty folks, not pretty at all.
I swear that reading or listening to this story is like sitting through a zillion of those long distance commercials they always play around the holiday to make you feel guilty about long lost friends and out of touch family members. I was raised Catholic, therefore I'm an expert on guilt and the makers of those commercials are nothing but mongers of guiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllttttt.
So does that mean that this book makes me feel guilty? No, not really but I seriously do believe that this book will keep me in line for the years to come.