photo credit: galapogos
Today I rocked my 2-year old son for a long time. Normally, he's either running or asleep in his crib. There's no in-between for my youngest. But today, he's sick. So at nap time he wanted to "Wock, mama. Wock." And what mama could resist that sweet plea? So we "wocked" in the rocking chair that has rocked a million miles for him and his brother.
He snuggled his warm forehead against my neck. I rested my cheek against his soft hair and breathed in the clean smell of last night's bath. And as his body relaxed and his breathing became slow and even, my mind began to wander...
I began to think about all the things I needed to do. There were phone calls to make, emails to return, dinner to make, laundry to fold, things to paint... I was just about to slip his warm, sleeping body into his crib and start doing some other things when a thought crept into my head.
There will come a time in the not-so-distant future when we will have our last rock together. He will get bigger and won't want his mama to rock him until he's able to sleep. Oh, maybe he'll snuggle next to me on the couch or even rest his head in my lap while I smooth his hair but the rocking days will end.
Thankfully, I won't know when we're having our last rock. There will just come a day when I'll look back and won't remember the last time we sat together in that well-worn chair.
So, for now, we'll rock.