Some moms excel at crafts, some at cooking, some at singing, etc., but I was really good at rocking. My most cherished memories of nursing and reading to my small children happened in one particular rocker.
About 25 years ago, I purchased a small, blue La-Z-Boy recliner in which to rock my baby girl. Because of having two more babies, the rocker was my home-within-my-home station for the next, oh, 12-15 years, for many hours, day and night, sickness and health.
I rocked all of my children to sleep, every single night, until they were old enough to WANT to go on their own, and I do not regret it.
But mauve and blue are so early 80s. And bare spots where elbows and heads rest are embarrassing.
Oh yeah--a spring poking out of the back is embarrassing, too.
But I'll have you know, the mechanics still work. It's still comfortable.
It simply has seen better days.
Yet, I have been reluctant to part with it for sentimental reasons. When the twins moved in, we bought another La-Z-Boy, and Crystal and I have rocked side-by-side for the last year.
Old Blue is still going strong, like a good old grandma--nothing fancy, a little worn and outmoded and mostly unnoticeable, but still comforting, still constant, still useful and cherished.
So I waited. I have kept the rocker for one momentous occasion: to rock my own grandchild.
Katie's baby is due in 16 days. I've got a new camera; I've got supplies here at our house ready for visits; I've got plans for school plays and Disney someday .... but first will come the rocking.
Take your time, Josie. But Grandma is ready.