Love you Forever, Robert Munsch; Illus. Sheila McGraw
The mother sings to her sleeping baby: "I'll love you forever / I'll love you for always / As long as I'm living / My baby you'll be." She still sings the same song when her baby has turned into a fractious 2-year-old, a slovenly 9-year-old, and then a raucous teen. So far so ordinary--but this is one persistent lady. When her son grows up and leaves home, she takes to driving across town with a ladder on the car roof, climbing through her grown son's window, and rocking the sleeping man in the same way. Then, inevitably, the day comes when she's too old and sick to hold him, and the roles are at last reversed. Each stage is illustrated by one of Sheila McGraw's comic and yet poignant pastels.
I first heard about this book on the Austen listserv of all places. Educated people questioned this story and what it teaches. So extremely intrigued, I bought it. It made me cry. It creeped me out. But in the end, it made me cry and I knew that there was something about this story that would stay with me forever. The debate over the mother crawling in through the grown man's window and rocking him caused a bit of controversy on the listserv and they found it to be extremely inappropriate. But I think what Munsch was saying was that no matter what age, your children will always be your baby. Regardless of size, age, and where they live.