Old habits are hard to break
It was early afternoon and it was really dreary, so I picked up my brand new book and settled down in my rocking chair. Of course, about that time my spoiled black cat jumped up on the well-padded back of my chair and settled in for a nap.
He could sleep peacefully because that chair doesn’t make a sound unlike the rockers we had way back in the old days. It was a creaky, Halloween sounding noise and if I happened to be rocking one of my babies, one creak was all it took to make their eyes open wider again. With those beautiful eyes open wide I would sit back down and do it all over again.
“This, too, shall pass,” I would say to myself. And sure enough it did. All too quickly those babies were joining me in a different rocker — a big old-fashioned one we received from their grandparents. It took up a lot of room but it held, quite comfortably, three children, at least three books and me.
They would come, story books and a toy in the hands of the youngest one and onto my lap, handing out generous kisses and hugs with great abandon as I began to read to them.
Before I knew it all three of them had grown to the place where it was time for bumps, bruises and Band-Aids. So I patched them up and tried that old rocking chair trick but it didn’t work as well anymore and they were off and running again — while I sat on the porch pondering on how fast time goes and how little we used that friendly old rocker these days.
We had rocked that big old rocker to the point of no return and to me, a home is not a home without a rocker. So one day I found myself being convinced by a now grown-up daughter and mother and grandmother herself, to stroll nonchalantly into a well-stocked local store.
I dared to let my eyes and feet stray to the section where a long row of rockers and recliners were lined up — and they were all looking right back to me. In fact, there was one in particular that seemed to be winking at me.
I looked right back then sat down to try it out — and that fast, I knew I had a new rocker/recliner to join a much older rocker which was purchased to rock my first-born grandchild and all those who followed him.
For some reason, all grown up with a family of his own, when he comes to visit he heads straight for that chair — even if he occasionally has to share it with my cat.
Old habits can be hard to break.