I loved this book. As a mother, your children are always your babies. When they are asleep you can see their innocence & wonder why the childish or teenage angst is so exhausting. And glad to have the respite of sleep. I certainly hope my sons will love me forever, but I doubt very much that they will go out of their way to nurture me in my old age. Trying to be superhuman & care for an aging mother & a son on the autistic spectrum is also exhausting. Sometimes I would like to pick my mother up & rock her, as I did my babies. Or pick my son up & cuddle him - which I never could, unless he were asleep. 
 I think the pictures are cute & the symbolism speaks to me. I intensely dislike The Giving Tree. But Love You Forever is something I can completely relate to.