"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,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be."
(Those of you who know me, get the humor here. Creepiest children's book EVER. But I do hope Harding University has accessible ladders near the dorm so I can climb into Kevie-poo's room when he gets homesick for his mommy, and scratch his hairy man legs. I'm just sayin'.)
The "cutting the cord" blog post is coming soon. . . as soon as I can manage it without uncontrollable weeping. :)