I firmly believe this. I didn't have one with Rylie when she was little. But before I had Emma I got one as a hand me down from an elderly man. It's just a old fashioned wood rocking chair. But it was a rocking chair an that's all that mattered. So the month before I had Emma and then after I would rock Rylie and Emma. Not much because we were hardly in that old house and to be honest I was scared that too much rocking would make the floor board collapse.
We moved and the rocking chair stayed in the nursery which was emmas room and I would continue to rock them.
When we decided to get pregnant again I made a effort to again rock the girls. Now, let me tell you how hard it is to rock a 3 and 2 year old and then a 4 and 2 year old while I am fat and pregnant and with both of them in on my lap lol.
As of now, Amy almost 7 months old, I spend as much time in that chair as I do any where else. God made rocking chairs not just to soothe babies to sleep but to create a bonding experience that can't be compared to anything. I rock her at least 5 times a day if not more. This last rocking I rocked her upright instead of side ways. Normally I rock her sideways. It gets her to sleep and I am able to sing and gaze into her eyes and meet her face to face with incomparable love. But now my heart has burst again. I was holding her up right when she layed her precious head on my shoulder. While I wasn't able to gaze into her eyes I was able to feel her sweet head against my cheek and lean my head onto hers which in turn created another bonding moment my heart just nearly flew out of my chest. It took all I had to not cry at what a perfect moment it was. You can't imagine how many times I say " God can you take a picture of this for me and save it".
These moments. The rocking and singing. Are God given no doubt. God created rocking chairs to soothe a baby and a mommy. But to also creat a bonding time like no other.
Some day my girls will read these blogs. I love you girls so very much.
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