I have to admit, I never read Where The Wild Things Are as a child. I think it was read to me once in school, but I never touched the book after that. They scared me, those wild things. They had terrible teeth, and terrible claws, and terrible eyes. They were wild!
I was a little girl, and I didn’t understand about wild things. Now I'm a mom of two little boys. Sometimes little boys are wild things.
I appreciate this book now more than I ever did, because I see myself in that mom in the book who sends her wild thing off to bed without supper, then sneaks in a some hot food later. I see my little boys in Max, who makes mischief of one kind and another.
I've never sent my kids to bed without supper, but I have had to tame the wild in my boys at times, and just like the mom in the book who brought her boy back from where the wild things are, I always let my wild things know that they are accepted and cared for no matter how wild they are. I believe that a mother's unconditional love (and a hot supper) can tame the wild in a child like no other thing.
"And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:7
We recently did a Literature and Comprehension unit on Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. Visit this post to see what we did and to get some lesson ideas.