Saying Goodbye to ‘The Cat in the Hat’

When my oldest son was a year-and-a-half his favorite book was ‘The Cat in the Hat.’ Sitting in a rocking chair in his second story room in East Vancouver we’d read it and look down at the cherry blossoms that lined the street below us. Despite his being young and the book being long, he’d still every time I opened its covers. To me, the picture book felt almost sacred. It was like a kind of gateway- the first real ‘story, story’ my son could dive into, understand, and love.

Fast forward five years later. We’d had another child, moved, and ‘The Cat in the Hat’…