One of my favorite things about being a mom has been soaking up those precious moments snuggling with my daughters in the all too tattered and well-used rocking chair.
With a six-year-old and a three-year-old, our moments spent together in this chair are happening less often. Yet my husband and I still can’t bring ourselves to remove this piece of furniture from our home or our lives.
When we moved Abby from her crib to a big girl bed, we were forced to move the rocking chair out of her room. There just wasn’t enough space for it there. Now it sits in our living room near my computer desk.
From time to time, my husband will plop down and rock, chatting with me while I’m typing away. And every once in a while I will sit there alone in my thoughts and sway comfortably in the sun that’s shining through the window over the cozy, torn cushions.