While in elementary school, a teacher read us this book. It really didn’t mean much to me at the time. I really only remember the pictures.
Years later I would read this book to my boys. I’m sure it didn’t mean much to them either.
As they went on and on asking for this or that, I would remind them of the book and how I am now only a stump and need time to recoup. They would roll their eyes and say ok and leave it at that… for awhile.
Sometimes I would tell them I was now only roots so please give me time to grow… eyes rolling again.
I caught this on YouTube and it made me remember those times…. And you know what? I’m still only a stump….but I don’t mind.
It seems I mostly hear from M when he needs my apples, leaves and all that I am.
Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Maybe that’s the way it’s always been between moms and their children.
Although C still lives at home, I hope one day they will call or come over just to hang out, chat and laugh it up. I really miss those times when we were all together.