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02/02/19 Weekend Grif.Net – My Baby

02/02/19 Weekend Grif.Net – My Baby

A mother held =
her new baby that first night in the hospital, 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 love 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 love 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 love 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 love 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 love 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 the =
nurse called her son and said, "You’d better come see her because =
she’s 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 love you for always . . =
.”

 

But she =
couldn’t finish because she was too old and weak. So her son went to his =
mother. He picked up her frail body and rocked her back and forth, back =
and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song: =

“I’ll =
love you forever, I’ll love you for always,
As long as I’m living my =
Mother 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 own 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 love you for always,
As long as I’m living my =
baby you’ll be.”

 

[adapted from =
writings of R. Munsch]

 

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Dr Bob Griffin =

bob@grif.net =
www.grif.net

"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"