Rocking to a different tune

Tonight I said goodbye to a dear dear friend. My rocking chair has moved on to greener pastures. My rocking chair was bought for me as a first anniversary present by my then husband. We were two months away from having our first child, and he put it together himself.

I remember being 9 months pregnant and rocking in that chair as the early contractions made their presence known, counting the intervals while I rocked.

I sat on that chair, spent hours there, nursing all our babies, rocking them to sleep, cradling them as I smelt their sweet breath, felt their downy hair against my skin. I fell asleep in that rocking chair many times, curled up next to the baby’s crib as he slumbered peacefully on.

My favourite memory ever of this rocking chair took place 13 years ago, when Squiggy was just over a week old. My grandparents, may they rest in peace, had shlepped up to be with us for the Bris, and we were hanging out at home until they had to go back. My Saba, my blue eyed grandfather who I adored, had been sandak at the bris. We had named my baby for his son, my father. It had been an emotional morning for us all.

Saba sat in that chair, and asked to hold the baby. I passed him the receiving blanket, it was white with mint green elephants, and he spread it across his lap. I gently lowered the baby into his arms, and watched him snuggle into his great-grandfather. My Saba sat there like a king, holding the world’s most precious treasure. And gently he rocked back and forth, singing his special song to the baby. I can still see the joy with a tinge of sadness on his face. (see below for pic)

As the children grew it became a favourite place to read stories and talk about life – back in the days when they were small enough to sit on my lap, sometimes two at a time. I do remember one time when all four of them crowded onto my lap, were they ever really that small??

The last year or so it has been sitting idle in the big boys’ room, a haven for discarded clothing, towels and toys. Of late, I curl up in my recliner, and when reading stories, I am lying with the little one in his bed.

It was time for the rocking chair to find a home where it will be treasured and used, not sit forlornly in the corner living on memories alone. But I shall miss it. But I will treasure the hundreds of special times we had with it.

ETA – with all this decluttering going on I actually found a pic of my Saba with Squiggy on the rocking chair. the receiving blanket was not the one with elephants…amazing how the memories work… Here’s the pic.

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and i also found this picture (my scanner is long broken, so this is a pic of a pic) that i adore….
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6 responses to “Rocking to a different tune

  1. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing your precious memories with us, it’s amazing how a mere piece of furniture can really be so much more.

  2. Beautiful. You have a gift for creating with words a striking emotional picture.

  3. Oh, wow, I miss our old rocking chair. My mom accidentally turned it over on me when I was a baby — traumatic for her, but hey, I don’t remember it! She used to sing me to sleep in it every night… so much so that I learned to hum and match pitches before I learned to talk. 🙂 I think my grandmother has it now… too bad I can’t afford to have it shipped from the US to Switzerland.

  4. This was a very good post. Thanks for sharing it.

  5. seniorphysicaltherapist

    Loved your account of your rocking chair. I linked to it in my blog.

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