My Mom read me this story many, many nights and to this day, this is our favorite. Mom gets very teary eyed each time she reads it. I would like to share it with you and hope you enjoy it as much as Mom and I do. Cuddle up and get cozy.

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "This kid is driving me CRAZY!" But at night time, when that two~year~old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor,looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo! But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up the nine~year~old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo! But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

The teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown~up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came to the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:

But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick.

The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:

When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into another room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:

When my days come to a close, Mom gives me the best good nights ever. When Mom and I always say; "I Love You" ... we end with one of us saying, "Forever" and then the other one of us will say, "Always". No matter when, day or night, 20 or 30 times a day, we say; "I Love You, Forever and Always, No Matter what." Oh, and sometimes my Mom can't stop squeezing me ... giggle ... giggle.