I first read THE MIRACULOUS JOURNAY OF EDWARD TULANE a year or so ago. When I finished, I hugged the book to my chest and pined for the day that I could read it to my kids.
That day came this week. Through several bedtimes, I read this book to my five year old son. He was riveted, constantly interrupting to ask me what was going to happen to Edward next. It was almost like Edward was still on that boat ride, with the waves taking him upward to safety, then back down to the depths of the ocean. And my son was with him on that ride – elated when Edward found safety, and worried when he lost it.
He was also really concerned that Edward would never make it back to Abilene. About halfway through the book, he stopped me, sat up, and looked at me with a serious expression. “Mommy, why doesn’t Edward go back to the girl?” I told him that Edward was lost, and was having trouble finding his way back. That that’s what happens when you get lost – you don’t know where you’re supposed to go. And, sometimes, someone has to find you. Then I asked him if we should find out if Edward finds his way, or if someone finds him. He nodded, then settled in next to me.
We went through a similar routine each night. But the night we got to the end and Maggie finds him, my son perked up, wanting to know if this was the little girl at the beginning. I told him it wasn’t, but that she could still give him a good home. He seemed satisfied with that, and we continued on. When we got to the end and the girl's mommy, Abilene, recognized Edward, a huge smile spread across his face. I smiled too, hugging both my son and that book to my chest.
As I tucked him in, he said “That’s a really good story.”
“Yes,” I said. “It really is.”