Rocking My Baby

I love rocking my babies. Those sweet, cuddly moments in time, when I stop the hustle and bustle of life, and spend time just cherishing my little one. It is such a fleeting opportunity. Those babies grow up so fast.

They become so independent. They want to run and play, and dress themselves. They are too big and too busy to sit and rock like that.

I am really struggling with the short season of motherhood lately. Jersey #1 turning 9 years old hit me hard. If I keep this up, I am going to be a wreck when my nest starts to empty.

And then I was blessed with a golden opportunity. A reminder that my role as Mommy changes and grows over time, but does not lose its significance.

Jersey #1 asked me to sit with her. She wanted to climb into my lap and rock. She was sick. She was full of fever. She wanted the comfort of her Mommy.

She is 9 years old.

Her request was rare. It has been many years since she last rocked in my arms.

I settled into the recliner and pulled Jersey #1 into my lap. I wrapped her up in her blanket, and held her close. It was hard to see her suffer. Her fever was so high it was causing her pain and tears. We rocked together and waited for the medicine to do its job.

I cherished that moment of having her in my arms again. I knew it would not last. Tylenol is pretty quick. It had her feeling better in 10 minutes.

But, those 10 minutes were a blessing.

They were also a reminder to me. This season of motherhood is short. The level of dependence decreases quickly as a child grows.

But, the comfort a mother can bring is forever.