An Old Rocking Chair

I had my ipod on shuffle the other day and Kenny Chesneys song Blue Rocking Chair came on. It made me think of a rocking chair that I own. It's an old chair. 35 years old to be exact. It's a kind of golden yellowy brown. I am sure most of you have seen it. It used to be my Dad's chair. He would sit in it for hours. Reading (when he could still see well enough), praying, watching the news with Mom, and I am sure he had more then a few naps in that old chair as well. He used to have a sheep skin on it. It must have helped raise the comfort level. He bought the chair for my Mom before I was born so that she would have somewhere to rock me to sleep. I am not sure when it became "his" chair but that is how I remember it.

When we moved back here from Sask a couple years ago (after coming to our senses and realizing where we belonged :) ), Mom told me that she was planning on taking it to good will. I of course said that there was no way that was gonna happen and that I would find room in the trailer to bring it with. We had to leave some stuff behind that wouldn't fit but I managed. I think there still might be a box or two in Moms garage. Gotta get those some day. The chair now sits in Cadences room and I rock my little girl to sleep in the same chair that I was rocked in. I love that old chair. It has wooden ends on the armrests and if you look you can see where the finish has been rubbed off the wood from Dads hands on them. Probably because they were always shaking when he sat there. Incidentally that chair is where Connor split his lip wide open and had to get 4 stitches to sew it up. Now that was a fun day. Kinda like trying to stitch up the lip of rabid dog. The springs are kinda worn out and it's not the most comfortable chair anymore. The yellowy brown color doesn't really look that good in a pink bedroom but I think its perfect. When I sit in that chair and rock my little girl to sleep it feels like all the stress and worry that builds up just washes away. Sometimes its hard to lay her in her crib and come back downstairs. Its easy to just sit there and rock her for a while while she sleeps.
Maybe she will rock her kids in her Grandpas chair one day. I wish he could have met her.