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Rocking Dates with Anna

IMG_4700Tonight, I closed the door to Anna’s bedroom after turning out the light and crept away, thinking of the next thing I needed to do, the next task to cross off my list. I’d forgotten for the time being that Anna wasn’t down for good, that she and I had a rocking date in just a few minutes’ time.

Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, I heard the telltale cry. She wanted me to rock her. She knew that I would.

I hastily finished the lunch I was packing for Brayden and shoved it in the fridge, annoyed that the next item on my to-do list would have to wait. I went to her room, going over in my mind how I would tell her “no” this time, how it was time to sleep, how we weren’t going to rock tonight, but there she was when I found her, as she always was: standing up next to the side of her crib, bunny lovey in one fist, other arm reaching for me.

That’s where she had me. It’s the same place she’s had me for the past few weeks.

I picked her up, sat in the rocking chair with her and rocked her, gently pressing her head onto my shoulder. I leaned my cheek against hers and rocked. And I savored it. As I have every night for the past few weeks, ever since she started this rocking request.

I’m not sure if it’s the crazy rush of the days whizzing by, the move we have coming up and the knowledge that our time in the nursery, in the rocking chair where I rocked both of my babies to sleep, is numbered, or just the sheer sweetness of her little head pressed into my shoulder and her hot breath on my cheek, but I do savor my rocking dates with Anna. As much as I’ll moan and groan about it tomorrow, I’ll respond to her cry and rock with my baby, if only for a minute or two.

I figure, in a few years, she won’t want to lie on my chest and rock with me. I figure, I don’t know if we’ll even think a rocking chair is necessary in her new room at our new house. I figure, how long will she reach for me, how long will I be the one she wants when she’s tired or hurt or scared or sad? I figure, if she enjoys it and I enjoy it, why not?

And so we rocked, for only a minute or two, until I laid her back down and softly shut the door.

“Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow. For babies grow up, we’ve learned to our sorrow. So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby, and babies don’t keep.” – Ruth Hulbert Hamilton



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