The Rocking Chair

Around the time Nathan was born, my mom brought the children’s size rocking chair that I had when I was little (and she had when she was little).  It has been happily sitting upstairs ready to be used when called upon and patiently waiting when not. We were grateful that it blended right in to our daily affairs for the last year.

Two days ago Nathan found the rocking chair.

He diligently worked until he could climb up.  He cheerfully sat backwards for awhile, then stood straight up.  “Nathan please sit down.”  He squatted.  He understands!?!? Then the work of turning around began followed by an ear-to-ear victory grin.  As the name connotes, tentative rocking ensued once he was situated.

Emily realized there was fun to be had and requested a picture of the two of them.  Here is a short comical series of mismatched facial expressions.

The two of them worked together to get their chairs side-by-side for optimal gazing out the window.  I have two incredibly observant children who go silent when they are people watching.  I’ve had to learn patience while they process the world, but watching the two of them process together makes me want to freeze time for just a moment longer.

In 48 hours Nathan loved the chair to pieces.  Andrew graciously glued it back together last night and left it drying upside down in the kitchen.  When Nathan discovered it this morning in an unusable state he broke down crying and I had to pry his fingers off the chair.  The moment we unclamped it he climbed right up and sat there for thirty minutes.