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.
(This was sent to me but originally taken from book by Robert Munsch.
I recommend his books. See: http://www.robertmunsch.com
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