Good Night Moon, the Runaway Bunny & Me
Posted July 1, 2010on:
In the great green room
there was a telephone
And a red balloon
And a picture of
The cow jumping over the moon
Need I go any further? Not if you’ve had children or been a kid in the last half century. Good Night Moon by Margaret Wise Brown is one of those books you read over and over and never grow tired of it. And, that’s not easy to say about a little kid’s book that you do read over and over. And over. Again.
and there were three little bears, sitting on chairs
and two little kittens and a pair of mittens
and a little toy house and a young mouse
and a comb and a brush and bowl full of mush
and a quiet old lady who was whispering “hush”
I just finished Margaret Wise Brown: Awakened by the Moon, a biography of the very quirky Brown, who never had children of her own. She was once quoted as saying she was not awfully fond of kids, but boy did she understand them. Sadly, shortly after she finally found the love of her life and became engaged, she died suddenly at age 42. She suffered a complication from appendectomy surgery, which she had in France on a 1952 book publicity tour.
What she left behind were more than a 125 books for kids, many of whom have become classics.
goodnight cow jumping over the moon …
As great as Good Night Moon is we also loved The Runaway Bunny, a book about a mom’s determination to keep her bunny with her no matter where he or she went.
Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, “I am running away.”
“If you run away,” said his mother, “I will run after you. For you are my little bunny.”
Spoiler alert: 🙂 This classic mom chases bunny story, it ends with:
“Shucks,” said the little bunny, “I might as well stay where I am and be your little bunny.”
And so he did.”
Have a carrot,” said the mother bunny.
Sometime in Maggie’s senior year of high school, I went through a period of sad anticipation of her growing up and going away to college.
One day, she turned to me and said, “Just think of it as extended summer camp. Besides, we’ll talk to each other every day.”
I’m not sure which one of us made the comment that at least for this summer camp, I would not have to sew her name into her clothes.
Maggie was my Runaway Bunny. Five hundred miles away, she knows I always have a carrot just for her (and Michael and their significant others).