Another Terrible Children’s Book

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I still think that “I Love You Forever” deserves the gold medal for dysfunctional relationships captured in children’s literature.  But, I have found a silver medalist:

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

Here are the words to the story:

Once there was a tree….. and she loved a little boy.  And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.  He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek.  And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree…….very much.  And the tree was happy.

But time went by.  And the boy grew older.  And the tree was often alone.  Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, “Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy.”

“I am too big to climb and play,” said the boy.  “I want to buy things and have fun.  I want some money.  Can you give me some money?”

“I’m sorry,” said the tree, “but I have no money, I have only leaves and apples.  Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy.” And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.  And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time… and the tree was sad.  And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, “Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy.”

“I am too busy to climb trees,” said the boy. “I want a house to keep me warm.  I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house.  Can you give me a house?”

“I have no house,” said the tree. “The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house.  Then you will be happy.” And the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.  And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. “Come, Boy,” she whispered, “Come and play.”

“I am too old and sad to play,” said the boy. “I want a boat that can take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?”

“Cut down my trunk and make a boat,” said the tree. “Then you can sail away…… and be happy.” And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away.  And the tree was happy…. but not really.  And after a long time the boy came back again.

“I am sorry, Boy,” said the tree, “but I have nothing left to give you.  My apples are gone.”

“My teeth are too weak for apples,” said the boy.

“My branches are gone,” said the tree. “You cannot swing on them.”

“I am too old to swing on branches,” said the boy.

“My trunk is gone,” said the tree. “You cannot climb.”

“I am too tired to climb,” said the boy.

“I am sorry,” sighed the tree. “I wish that I could give you something—— but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump.”

“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy. “just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.”

 “Well,” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, “Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.” And the boy did.  And the tree was happy.

Did you catch that?  Boy and tree share a mutual love for each other that transforms into a one-sided relationship with the tree doing all the giving and the boy doing all the taking.  The end.

I can’t help but notice that the tree is a she.

This book captures in words and sketches the lives of so many moms.  They are running themselves ragged to satisfy the whims and desires of their kids.  They live life at a frantic pace shuttling their kids to playdates, music lessons, sports practice, dance recitals, birthday parties and more.  They make sure their kids are living happy and healthy lives filled with friends, meaningful activities, fashionable clothes, and the latest gadgets.  But, they do so at the expense of their own well-being.  They skip meals and sleep, fail to make time for nurturing their marriages, and miss out on opportunities to spend time with friends.

There is no balance.  No give-and-take.  No recognition of when their plate is full.  They have cleared off all that nourishes and sustains them in order to provide a second plate for their children at the indulgent wants buffet.

The early stages of motherhood are heavy on the giving.  Babies eat, sleep and poop.  Moms nurse, rock and wipe.  It is one-sided.  But, as children age, it is our job to teach them how to meet some of their own needs, how to give back, how to make room for the needs and wants of others.

Mothers should LOVE unconditionally.  But, that does not mean we should GIVE unconditionally.

When we teach our kids to expect us to satisfy their every want – even if doing so is at the expense of our own health, sanity, and emotional well-being – we are teaching them that the wants of some people are more important than the needs of others.   We are teaching them a lie.   Loving and giving are not the same.


10 thoughts on “Another Terrible Children’s Book

  1. I have appreciated that balance increasingly as my boys moved into their teen years — my female friendships often keep me sane! And we should not feel guilty taking the time to get together with friends and saying “there’s a frozen pizza in the freezer when you are ready for dinner” 🙂

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