Do you want to know what is like a Pixar movie in book form, only way way way better? Winnie-the-Pooh. I had no idea. At least not until Micah and I got “The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh” for Simon as a Christmas gift. I felt pretty strongly that he needed it, despite the fact that I had never read the books and my only acquaintance with them came through Disney. I’m not in love with Disney Pooh, but I guess since it was a children’s classic, I thought it would be a great gift for Simon. And I also hoped it would get him interested in longer books — possibly be a bridge to chapter books.
Well, it turns out that it was probably the best gift ever. Over the past month we’ve been reading chapters from it every couple of days and Micah and I love it probably as much as the boys do. Maybe more. Simon is the one who brings the book out and insists we read a chapter or two from it, but I don’t think he gets all the humor. Or all the story, either, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I admit that sometimes it is a little hard to follow even for me because Mr. Milne is the king of run-on sentences, but that only adds to the story as far as I’m concerned. Plus, the man is a total genius and so he is allowed to do things like that and people have to love him for it.
Yesterday morning I read the last two chapters to the boys. Micah was asleep, but woke up and joined us for the last chapter. I turned the last page was reading the last line (“But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place at the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.”) when I totally lost it. I seriously couldn’t finish reading the words. And it was hilarious to me that I was crying so hard over this that I couldn’t keep myself from laughing. So I laughed and cried to the amusement of Micah and Simon for a couple of minutes before pulling myself together long enough to finish the sentence.
And then I promptly put the book down, grabbed my camera off the shelf, and took some pictures of my boys running around the living room with their balloons.
I’m not entirely sure what it is about Christopher Robin and his friends that made me so emotional (and honestly still does), but I assume that it probably has something to do with wanting to freeze time and to always be able to go back to the time when Simon flies our couch-plane to Utah and Oliver can’t sleep without his hands full of cars and they choo-choo through the living room together or sail somewhere on our ship/bed. And then I have to laugh at myself some more because it’s not like these days are really even close to being over. We’re just getting started, people, and already I’m mourning the end.