Maurice Sendak Taught Us to Love Wild Things
May 8, 2012
Just 3, my son stomped around the living room banging his drum and occasionally growling. He urged me to follow. I did, trying to hide giggles as I roared.
Another day, we mixed the batter for chocolate chip cookies. “Milk for the morning cake! Milk!” my son Simon shouted as we poured in ingredients.
On a lazy post-nap afternoon, we cuddled as we watched a video about a little boy named Pierre who was so cantankerous that he did not even care if a lion swallowed him whole. Together, we warbled every time the narrator, Carole King, sung, “I don’t care.”