Sweet Amanda over at Soulemama
has herself a new/old rocker
and has decided that she's going to park herself there for the foreseeable future.
I think she's onto something.
And I kinda think I'd like to join her.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could all just sit a spell? We could circle up our chairs, break out the knitting and trade stories/recipes/hopes/fears and just laugh until our cheeks hurt?
My rocker is the very one that my mother used when I was a baby. It rocked each of my sons, and still sees daily use. I sit in it to read to them, and even though they are getting rather big, I can still gather them up on my lap for a little snuggling.
Sometimes too, at the end of a long day I sit there in my rocker and just close my eyes and breathe in and out a while.
My corner seat has even seen a little bit of knitting here lately! I didn't say skillful knitting mind you, just knitting.
And now, after our recent trip, my rocker is also home to my new most favorite possession – an early birthday present from my Granny, She gave me this quilt, which was made a long time ago by my great grandmother, my Momo.
When we got home from our trip, and all the laundry was unpacked, and everyone was fed and bathed and put to bed and I had a second to sit, it was here, under this quilt where I took a load off and had myself a good cry. I sat, running my fingers over those tiny hand stitches, seeing my Momo's smile and wishing my Granny wasn't so dang far away.
It's a little thing really. to sit in a rocker with an old quilt in your lap and a little person at your feet, playing, or drawing or dreaming. But it's a little thing that in it's own quiet way means the whole world to me.
It's a connection to my own mother and all the love and strength that she's passed down to me.
It's a little piece of my Granny carried home with me – a little piece that I can wrap up in when I get to missing her and those pine trees too badly.
It's my Momo's hands, still stitching their way into our lives, warming our bodies and hearts.
And after seeing Amanda's post, her sitting in her own rocker, knitting away with her little tribe of Soules at her feet, I see that it's also the thread that weaves us all together – all the mamas out there doing their best to bring a little mindfulness, understanding and grace into this crazy world, for the sake of the small hearts that we hold so dear.
Pull up a chair, friends.