Has anyone ever read this emotionally draining, yet well written children’s book??! Well here is a strong suggestion….DO NOT READ THIS BOOK IF YOU HAVE CANCER, ARE DYING, ARE PREGNANT/MENAPAUSAL/IN ANY WAY HORMONAL, OR ARE ON YOUR PERIOD!
The premise of the story is about a little raccoon who was afraid to go to school. The mom responds like this:
“… ‘A very old secret’, said Mrs. Raccoon. ‘I learned it from my mother, and she learned it from hers. It’s called the kissing hand.’ ‘The kissing hand?’ asked Chester. ‘What’s that?’ ‘I’ll show you’. Mrs. Raccoon took Chester’s left hand and spread open his tiny fingers into a fan. Leaning forward, she kissed Chester right in the middle of his palm. Chester felt his mother’s kiss rush from his hand, up his arm, and into his heart. Even his silky, black mask tingled with a special warmth. Mrs. Raccoon smiled. ‘Now”, she told Chester, ‘whenever you feel lonely and need a little loving from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think, Mommy loves you. And that very kiss will jump to your face and fill you with toasty warm thoughts.’ She took Chester’s hand and carefully wrapped his fingers around the kiss. ‘Now, do be careful not to lose it’, she teased him. ‘But don’t worry, when you open your hand and wash your food, I promise the kiss will stick”. Chester loved the kissing hand. Now he knew his mother’s love would go with him wherever he went. Even to school. That night, Chester stood in front of his school and looked thoughtful. Suddenly, he turned to his mother and grinned. ‘Give me your hand’, he told her. Chester took his mother’s hand in his own and unfolded her large, familiar fingers into a fan. Next, he leaned forward and kissed the center of her hand. ‘Now you have a kissing hand too’, he told her. And with a gentle ‘good-bye’, and ‘I love you’, Chester turned and danced away. Mrs. Raccoon watched Chester scamper across a tree limb and enter school. And as the hoot owl rang in the new school year, she pressed her left hand to her cheek and smiled. The warmth of Chester’s kiss filled her heart with special words. ‘Chester loves you’, it sang. ‘Chester loves you.’”
OK, so Mack for some reason was having a hard time wanting to go to school this morning, so I decided to open up this new book and read it to him. WHAT. A. MISTAKE. Sure it made him feel better, but then he says to me, “Mommy, can we do the kissing hands if you have to go to heaven?” COMPLETELY. LOST. IT. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I just want to say, DAMN YOU, Audrey Penn, and your fucking beautiful words!!!!! I will now be a mess all day, you asshole!!!
PSS…we both decided that the kissing hand would be a really good idea. So first I kissed his hand, and then he kissed mine. And I’m not sure about him, but my heart feels warm.