|About the Book|
Once upon a time there was a little boy. He was sitting on his mothers lap, and over and over he said, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I dont know why he said that. He was mad about something, I suppose. You know how little boys can be. I think he even hit his mother on the arm with his little fist. She felt sad, but she loved him, and she held him in her arms.Later, when it was bedtime, the boys mother was tucking him into bed. With sleepy eyes he looked up at her, and this time he said, I love you. She touched him on the forehead and said, I know you do, honey. I love you too.My mother is like the mother in the story. She loves people no matter what they say, and no matter what they do. Even if theyre grown ups. Thats the way she is.-Written by Christopher Myers for his mothers 75th birthday.