Anna Ruth is now just over 18 months old, and we've had that little chair now for about six months. As our life got busier and routines more complicated, we found ourselves continuing our bed time routine with our little boys each night, complete with stories, Bible time, singing and cuddling. But, the littlest member of the family, we carried upstairs and laid into bed with nothing more than a kiss and a nighttime prayer. When the boys were babies, we had rocked them each night and read stories and sang. However, there was no chair in Anna Ruth's room. My heart hurt when I realized what was happening, so off to the antique store I went to find a rocking chair that would fit in her tiny space.
As I sit in her room each afternoon rocking back and forth, looking out the window at our budding peach tree while she snuggles in my lap - always facing out, thumb in mouth and owlie tucked into her arm, I am grateful for this little rocking chair. It met a great need of the moment......it stopped a childhood from passing without memories for daughter or parents of special cuddle times at bedtime.....it provides a place for bonding where there was none before. It allows me to find myself lost in thought as I gently nuzzle my face in Ru's soft, lavender scented hair and rock back and forth, back and forth. And in this place, I am at peace - soaking in those precious fleeting moments of being able to rock my baby girl.
No, it isn't much to look at. It wouldn't have been what I chose out of a magazine. But I am so very thankful for how fully and completely it meets our needs. Sometimes we are blessed with amazing things, and sometimes we are blessed with ordinary things that through reflection become truly amazing.