By the time my daughter was a toddler, she wasn’t interested in being rocked to sleep. She impatiently obliged and allowed me to read one book before she climbed into bed. Always, my book of choice was the tattered, tear-stained copy of Love You Forever by Robert Munsch. And though it’s been packed away for years, the memory of reading his book while rocking both my children to the cadence of its rhythm swaddles my heart on the hardest days. The story is like a magic carpet ride giving the reader a glimpse of a mother’s love through every changing phase of her son’s life. No matter how old or difficult the child became, the mother always found a way to sneak into his room after he was asleep in order to rock him and sing him this lullaby:
Waiting in a Season of Tough Love
Waiting in a Season of Tough Love
Waiting in a Season of Tough Love
By the time my daughter was a toddler, she wasn’t interested in being rocked to sleep. She impatiently obliged and allowed me to read one book before she climbed into bed. Always, my book of choice was the tattered, tear-stained copy of Love You Forever by Robert Munsch. And though it’s been packed away for years, the memory of reading his book while rocking both my children to the cadence of its rhythm swaddles my heart on the hardest days. The story is like a magic carpet ride giving the reader a glimpse of a mother’s love through every changing phase of her son’s life. No matter how old or difficult the child became, the mother always found a way to sneak into his room after he was asleep in order to rock him and sing him this lullaby: