In my home, I have a rocking chair that is older than I am. This chair has lived in three different cities, has been with two different families, and has sat in three different rooms, and has held many different people. My mom held me gently as a newborn baby swinging me back and forth dreaming about my future, and the chair followed her and my dad when they moved from their old home to the more permanent one. The chair sat in the living room of our house growing up and was not only a chair, but sometimes a coat rack, a place for a kitten to curl up, or a seat when all the other ones were taken. Yes, this chair was always there. It saw many ups and downs of my childhood, it saw me graduate and move away, and it is now mine because now I am a mother. My mom, who is super crafty and amazing, donned it with new dreamy icy looking blue paint and added those seat covers because she knew that sometimes being a mom is not comfortable, in fact sometimes it can be hard, some days miserable, but always, always rewarding. It was there for me when I held my son gently in my arms rocking him back and forth on nights he wouldn’t sleep. It was the first thing he learned how to climb, and it’s now his favorite place to sit when he’s listening to music. That chair has seen a lot, almost like a mother itself. When we moved to Corpus Christi from Katy and we had to put away some furniture in storage because we had to downsize, I knew I had to keep that chair with me. It was part of the family, it needed us just like we needed it, and I am so glad we made that decision. Now, with endless days of stay-at-home, it’s nice to have something familiar, comfortable, and inviting. Thank you mothering chair for being the best piece of furniture in our home. We couldn’t do it without you.
