A couple nights ago, as I was rocking my baby before bed (yes,we still rock every night) I heard a snap and then I felt the back of my chair fall to the floor.
Yes that is a picture of what used to be my rocking chair. It slowly fell apart until finally it is now beyond repair.
I used to tell Hubby that I would never get rid of this chair, that I would rock in it as an old woman and daydream about about being young and rocking babies.
It will be hard to throw this stained, broken chair away.
In this chair I have rocked three newborn babies. I have fed them and soothed them, all in this chair.
In this chair I have watched tiny feet and hands grow big, little mouths that cried turn into mouths that talk, all in this chair.
I have rocked infants, toddlers, preschoolers and even a big kindergartner. In this chair I have rocked all hours of the day and all hours of the night.
A new mother with no idea how to care for a baby, learned .... in this chair.
This chair was rocked in when there was not yet a baby to hold in my arms. With a swollen belly and the dreams of the future to come, I would rock in this chair.
I am sad it's broken and I'm not sure if I will replace it with another rocking chair or not. I'm such a sentimental fool but I love this chair.