If I could own one thing to promote attachment and encourage affection, it would be a rocking chair, even an old ugly one like the one in my family room.
Over the last 21 years I have spent hours rocking children, in my wood rocker, in my glider rocker, and in this old hand-me-down chair.
I have debated getting rid of this brown chair (with the burn hole in its side) many times because it doesn’t suit my style, but it is the perfect place to rock a big girl on a hard day.
This morning Bee cried for an hour over a perceived injustice in the division of chores.
She would not eat breakfast or talk to me, she only cried and repeated over and over, “Me TWO chores, Ladybug only ONE.”
Finally I coaxed her into the rocker, wrapped my arms around her and while we rocked and I whispered in her ear all of the calming things that came to my mind.
I told her I loved her. I told her that I knew it was hard learning to live in a family because things aren’t always fair.
I told her there were warm pancakes waiting for her to eat when she felt better.
Her crying quieted, her arms wrapped around my neck, she pulled my face down to hers and whispered, “I love you, Mom.”
We hold each other close and rock our sorrows away.
Thanks be to God.