Sunday, June 11, 2006
Tell me I'm hypersensitive
In a nutshell, the story follows a mother singing the same lullaby love song to her child as he grows from infancy to adulthood; then when she is sick and frail, he holds her and sings the song to her. Sounds sweet right?
Well, I picked this book up at a garage sale the other day and read it to my boys and it just started to get a little "wierd" to me. I mean, the mom goes into the boy's room to hold him while he's asleep and sings this song. Even when he's a teenager. The creepy part to me, is that when her son grows up and moves across town, the mother gets in her car one night (with a ladder on the roof) and drives over to her son's house... climbs the ladder up to his second story bedroom and crawls in the window. She then proceeds to hold her adult son (still asleep) while she sings the song.

Maybe I'm overreacting, let me know. Because at this point, I want to take it off our booklist.
-Ellie

