As far back as I can remember, my maternal grandmother always had a rocking chair.
In summer, it would be out on the second floor porch.
The view was of the nearby tree branches, decked in an abundant sea of green leaves.
Sitting in that chair and looking into the maze of green leaves was kind of like staring at the world from inside a bird's nest.
Once the cold weather came, the rocker came inside the house again.
Grandma used to love watching the Lawrence Welk while rocking.
She'd shush us to be quiet as she listened to the music, especially the accordion tunes.
When I look at the rocking chair on my own enclosed side porch, it's impossible not to think of Grandma.
They are happy memories. Even though decades have gone by since she left this world, I still miss her.
Rocking chairs were an important part of raising my own two babies, too.
While gently rocking, I held those newborns close to me, smelling their sweetness and nestling their warm bodies against me in tender caresses.
Now there are grandchildren who need to be rocked and loved.
DO YOU HAVE A ROCKING CHAIR?
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