I have a complicated relationship with Goodnight Moon, the famous children’s story by Margaret Wise Brown. I sort of love the old-fashioned feel of it and it’s certainly a classic. But there are some things about it that make me nuts:
1) What child has a fireplace in his room? And spare firewood? And fireplace tools? And a ROARING FIRE?
2) Where are this child’s parents? He’s been going to bed for an hour (I do love how the two clocks show the passage of time during the story) and nary a goodnight kiss from a parent. Goodnight Moon? How ’bout Goodnight, Mom.
3) Why is this child consigned to eating mush right before bed? Is he being punished? Is the mush cold?
4) Does anyone else have an issue with the fact that there are RODENTS running around this child’s room? Are we ok with that?
5) Why oh WHY doesn’t anyone today make a beautiful light up house like the one in the story that my baby could have in his room as a nightlight? When I was young, I would have loved that. I’ve searched all over online but I can’t find one. Still keeping my eye out.
These are the things I think about while I read Goodnight Moon to my baby boy each night. For all it’s weirdness, Jackson loves this book. And that makes it alright with me.