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King of the Wild Things

May 14, 2012
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One of the gifts I gave my son for his first Christmas (he was three months old at the time) was his very own copy of Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak.  I still had (and have) my own childhood copy but it is so tattered and torn as to be untouchable so he needed one for himself.

My son is 4 now and, although the book was in reasonably heavy rotation, it had not been the beloved story for him that is was for me.  I suspect, however, that I’m just being impatient.  I suspect that he will turn to it again in a year or two and again a few years after that.  At the very least, I suspect that he will turn to it should he ever become a parent himself.

I came across a beautiful reflection on the work of Maurice Sendak, the nature of childhood, and the gospel.  Enjoy.

A child’s world, authentic and complex

by Bromleigh McCleneghan, published on the Christian Century blog.

 

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