This old rocker

My Memere has this rocking chair in her house. It's been there for as long as I can remember. I have so many memories wrapped up in that rocking chair.  Snuggles, stories, comfort, having my ear tickled... I can visualize exactly where that rocking chair sits. The light that hung above it, the picture of my Memere and her 17 brothers and sisters (in black and white) hanging on the wall.

That chair represents more than just a chair, its a childhood of love.  I grew up in a family (both immediate and extended) that never hesitated to demonstrate love and care.  I was often sick as a child and would go to Memere's during the day because my parents both worked. Memere would set me up with some yummy food, tuck me in with a blanket and we would snuggle while watching Young and the Restless! (yes I know brilliant tv viewing for a child! Lol we all have our weaknesses don't we.. Memere is no exception!)

As we both got older - I got bigger and her legs became weaker.. but she would still pull me up on her lap sometimes and rock with me :)

I have a rocking chair now - in Jude's room. After only 9 months, I already have a slew of memories wrapped up in that chair.  Memory #1. Mommy and Jude (less than 2 weeks old) sitting on the floor in the nursery watching Daddy put the chair together! :)

As Jude grows, my hearts cry is that this rocking chair will become for him what my Memere's old pink rocker is for me. A symbol of unconditional love and comfort. No matter how much my Memere had to do in a day, she always would stop and rock with me. You know the squeaks that a rocker makes as it goes back and forth? Sometimes, i can hear, "I love you" like little breathy sounds at each creak.  A rocking chair of love.

May you all take time to rock your children - knowing those are memories that will travel a lifetime.