And after a long time the boy came back again.
“I am sorry, Boy,” said the tree, “but I have nothing left to give you - my apples are gone.”
“My teeth are too weak for apples,” said the boy.
“My branches are gone,” said the tree. "You cannot swing on them - "
“I am too old to swing on branches,” said the boy.
“My trunk is gone,” said the tree. "You cannot climb - ”
“I am too tired to climb,” said the boy.
“I am sorry,” sighed the tree. “I wish that I could give you something… but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry…”
“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy, “just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.”
“Well,” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, “well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.”
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
I am not okay today if this is making me cry and I just woke up an hour ago…
I love it
The Giving Tree makes me cry every time I read it.
I haven’t read it in full in well over 15 years, but that comment made me go find it.
OK, this one hit me in the feels.
Me when my 4th kid was a toddler
At what point does your kid wanting “uppies” stop being fun?
Uppies were never a problem, as I’m in control of the lifts and strains. She’s 5 now, and I still pick her up unprompted from time to time.
But to answer your question, I think it stops being fun around the age of 11-12. Her older brothers hate when I do it. And the oldest is 14 and he physically resists being picked up.
It’s fun again when your son picks you up
If my 3 year old could read he’d still ignore it
I am in this picture and I do not like it.
Sounds like a good climbing would either make you much happier, or kill you.
Either way, it would get you out of your rut.
so relatable
