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    Default Empty Nest? Kids Growing Up? Feeling Nostalgic?

    Grab a hankie. On another board a male member has been having separation anxiety. He's got a 'split family' quite a few kids, one 29, one 9. A couple grandkids, but he's sad that this will probably be his last year as dressing as 'Santa' for one of his kids.

    So, I remembered this book I bought for my mom years ago, found this online:

    Yeah,

    Love You Forever

    Love You Forever

    by Robert Munsch

    A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

    I'll love you forever,
    I'll like you for always,
    As long as I'm living
    my baby you'll be.

    The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!"

    But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

    I'll love you forever,
    I'll like you for always,
    As long as I'm living
    my baby you'll be.

    The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!

    But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

    I'll love you forever,
    I'll like you for always,
    As long as I'm living
    my baby you'll be.

    The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!

    But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

    I'll love you forever,
    I'll like you for always,
    As long as I'm living
    my baby you'll be.

    That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

    I'll love you forever,
    I'll like you for always,
    As long as I'm living
    my baby you'll be.

    Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:

    I'll love you forever,
    I'll like you for always...

    But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:

    I'll love you forever,
    I'll like you for always,
    As long as I'm living
    my Mommy you'll be.

    When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:

    I'll love you forever,
    I'll like you for always,
    As long as I'm living
    my baby you'll be.


    "The government is a child that has found their parents credit card, and spends knowing that they never have to reconcile the bill with their own money"-Shannon Churchill


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    Quote Originally Posted by Kathianne View Post
    Grab a hankie. On another board a male member has been having separation anxiety. He's got a 'split family' quite a few kids, one 29, one 9. A couple grandkids, but he's sad that this will probably be his last year as dressing as 'Santa' for one of his kids.

    So, I remembered this book I bought for my mom years ago, found this online:

    Yeah,

    Love You Forever
    I remember that book it was sweet !

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    Quote Originally Posted by chloe View Post
    I remember that book it was sweet !
    Indeed. I found it in my mom's nightstand, after she died. Even after all of the strokes, the years in FL, then at my house, then in the nursing home, she kept that book.

    My daughter has it now.


    "The government is a child that has found their parents credit card, and spends knowing that they never have to reconcile the bill with their own money"-Shannon Churchill


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    Quote Originally Posted by Kathianne View Post
    Indeed. I found it in my mom's nightstand, after she died. Even after all of the strokes, the years in FL, then at my house, then in the nursing home, she kept that book.

    My daughter has it now.
    wow very touching kathianne, I love how childrens books can take us back to a good time in life with loving memories. I just found out today that my ex husbands grandfather has liver cancer and they had to put him ina hospice yesterday. I am still close to my ex mother in law and its her dad, its sad. Maybe I will go read that book to him since he has dementia and is sometimes like a kid himself.

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    I remember that book too...it's around here somewhere. :\
    The history of human thought recalls the swinging of a pendulum which takes centuries to swing. After a long period of slumber comes a moment of awakening. -Peter Kropotkin

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    Quote Originally Posted by Agnapostate View Post
    I remember that book too...it's around here somewhere. :\
    I would have sworn she'd read you this one...but your too old for that bedtime story



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    Um, I'm an anarcho-communist.
    The history of human thought recalls the swinging of a pendulum which takes centuries to swing. After a long period of slumber comes a moment of awakening. -Peter Kropotkin

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    Here's One to read to the kids as a scary story around the campfire


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    Quote Originally Posted by Agnapostate View Post
    Um, I'm an anarcho-communist.
    hmm well I don't think there is a bedtime story for that but I'll search....

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    Quote Originally Posted by Agnapostate View Post
    Um, I'm an anarcho-communist.
    sleepytime.....



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    The history of human thought recalls the swinging of a pendulum which takes centuries to swing. After a long period of slumber comes a moment of awakening. -Peter Kropotkin

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