She sings it during the "terrible twos," when he flushes her watch down the toilet she sings it when he's nine and tracks muddied shoes and bad words through the kitchen she sings it when his loud teen music makes her feel like she lives in a zoo. In Munsch's book, a mother creeps into her son's room after he's asleep and picks him up and sings this song as she rocks him. Singing the lines in the hopes my baby would "feel it" was a way to defy and deflect the doctor who treated him like a piece of broken machinery and trotted out a litany of things that were "wrong" with him at an hour old. When my son was born with "unusual features" and a suspected genetic condition, Robert Munsch's Love You Forever popped into my mind.
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