Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Let the Wild Rumpus Start

I just read the news that Maurice Sendak, beloved children's author, died at the age of 83 due to complications from a stroke.

via PBSkids.org

My heart is saddened.

I never knew this man.  In fact, I had no idea what he even looked like until I read the newspaper article.
Nonetheless,  he had a profound impact on my life.  I remember sitting on my bed while my mother read "Where the Wild Things Are" to me and my brother.  I was mesmerized by this wild little boy who ran away from home to live among the wild things.  It sounded like heaven.  He broke all the rules and even became a King.  At the end of the day, his mother still welcomed him home with loving arms.

As a child sitting near my mother, I couldn't appreciate or even understand the depths of this iconic story's meaning.  I was simply fascinated with the idea of a child running away for the Wild Rumpus.

Naturally as I began building my own kid's library, I included this one. I was a mom to two rowdy little boys who each made their own kind of mischief on a daily basis.  But yet, when they sat on their beds next to me (just like I had with my own brother) they were quieted.  They became mesmerized by Max and his mischief; listening intently as the story unfolded.

Like her brothers before her, Cheeks claimed this as an early favorite.  It was ALWAYS included in one of the 3 bedtime stories.  I would often find her playing Wild Thing in her bedroom, pretending to tame her toys with the magic trick of not blinking during a staring contest.

So thank you Mr. Sendak.  Thank you for writing a beautifully, simple story about the importance of family, expressing our feelings and coming home.  You were a creative force behind many children's imaginations and many more to come. Your legacy will be long remembered and you will be certainly missed. 

1 comment:

Neely said...

Between this and the death of MCA I feel like my world is crumbling...seriously