(image from michaelsbooks.com)
It made me sad to hear that Maurice Sendak passed away yesterday. It's not that there is one particularly profound memory I have of a time I read one of his books or of its impact on me. I guess its just the realisation that his stories and illustrations have been a fixture of my childhood and a part of my life; they just seem to have always been there.
We read Where the Wild Things Are in class today. It was lovely to see and hear my students' reactions. It was as if we were visiting old friends again. I wonder at all the imagining, building, and creating going on in my students' minds and hope that they are getting enough chances to be wild.
Although it is sad to know that the man who created this story has died, I am heartened by his reminder that all of us can be bad sometimes and even at our scariest, we sill all want (and need) a place where we are loved best of all. (And hopefully the soup will still be hot!)