I discovered this at the discount table of a bookstore in Lexington, Kentucky. It does not get old or outdated.
How easily this book could have drifted off into self-indulgent Freudian psychobabble, Fundamentalist moralism or New Age narcissism--all of which Alice Miller has warned us against--in the hands of a less gifted writer. The fact that it doesn't at any time in 340-plus pages is nothing short of miraculous. Polly Berends not only challenges one's view of parenting and loving, but also of Christianity and culture and the universe itself, by bringing mysticism back to the modern Christian mind while not alienating those of other (or no particular) faiths. Filled with transcendent prose, quotes of everything from Buddhist sacred text to the New Testament to e.e. cumming poetry, and the writer's own heart (the heart of a proud mother and wife who walks with God), this is a truly beautiful work that made my mind scream what was important about my personal relationship with my son to me, above the distractions of my ego, with virtually every page.
Consider yourself the child, and this book will help you raise yourself. And then imagine what kind of real parent you can be while following its lessons.
This is the ultimate holiday, Mother/Father's Day or birthday gift for anyone with children, bar none.
Beautiful.
