The Rocking Chair

It is ugly and simple, and has no style. The fabric is "Hotel 8-esque" which I have often contemplated recovering, save the unusual shape of the chair pads. Style or not, it has gotten us through 5 years and counting. As a new mom, it rocked us through early years of breastfeeding. Then new c-section mom, it rocked us through physically painful times with my breech baby - #2. Tonight our "ugly simple, no style chair" rocked number #2 to sleep with no struggle. As she laid there in my arms, with toddler legs and arms too long to corral anymore, she fell asleep and I wondered...how can I give this "ugly, simple, no style chair" away? The answer is - NEVER. Never will be gone the chair, nor the memory, nor the love shared in song in a ugly simply chair.


















































































































































































































Hotel 8, no offense. It is white and simple, and downright trashy, but as soon as we enter into the rocking realm we're "mommy-zone" For some mystical reason they lay calm in my arms waiting for the "la-la-loo" song.

However, it was not always that way...I remember rocking H attempting to breast-feed, with my bousoms spilling with milk aching for a latch on and dreamy bonding, which never came to pass. I remember J, a newborn born c-section, anxious and eager trying to find her way, but the difficulty of a me a 45yo mom with a 2 yo and newborn with no help struggling in the midst. But beyond the struggle, the rocking and the singing was our time.