So Long Maurice Sendak

Today, Maurice Sendak passed away at the age of 83.  His book “Where The Wild Things Are” was a massive influence on my life as I am sure it was for many of you.  It is no coincidence that my son’s name is Max…he is my little wild thing.  We brought him home from the hospital in a white wolf suit, he had his own homemade knitted crown, and he is the king of all wild things in our house…which is mostly a fat old cat.  Tonight, make sure you read to your little ones about forests growing in their rooms and sailing through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are.  Let’s encourage our children to always use their imaginations and remind them that no matter what happens we will always be there for them, supper waiting…and still hot.  If you don’t have the book…

“The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another. His mother called him “WILD THING!” and Max said “I’LL EAT YOU UP!” so he was sent to bed without eating anything. That very night in Max’s room a forest grew and grew- and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are.  And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws- till Max said “BE STILL!” and tamed them with a magic trick of staring into their yellow eyes without blinking once and they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all and made him king of all wild things. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!”

“Now stop!” Max said and sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go- we’ll eat you up- we love you so!” And Max said, “No!” The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled theur terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him- and it was still hot.”

The hat my Max wore home from the hospital when he was born.

Want your own crown like my Max?  Check out Sweet Treats Shop on Facebook and tell them that Ryan from So Long Freedom sent you.

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