When I was pregnant, I spent endless hours thinking about 2 things. The name I was going to give my son, and the books I was going to read to him. The thing about being in a strong and healthy relationship is the fact that certain decisions have to be made by both parents. So I couldn’t really have my way with his name, but maybe that was a good thing. On the other hand, the great thing about being in a strong healthy relationship is that parents divide their duties with their children and in this case, literature and education were left totally in my hands.
I spent hours looking for the best picture books with the best stories possible and out of everything, Where the Wild things are, just stood out in every sense. In my eyes, little Max causing mischief of all kinds, sent to bed without dinner, and then dreaming of becoming the king of the Wild things is just too perfect a way to describe a boy.To think that in all this book maybe has 10 sentences and that it is mostly made of pictures makes it even more powerful.
I never managed to find a wolf suit, but I did dress my baby as a wild little cuddly bear. I took some snaps when he was asleep but I drew his sleepy face whilst I was wearing him in the carrier. I really hope my son grows up to have an incredible imagination like Max. It would make his childhood magical.
And whilst I was drawing him, I kept repeating to myself…’I’ll eat you up I love you so’