The Rocking Chair

I have always loved rocking my babies to sleep. Cade stopped wanting to rock when he was barely a year old. He would fight and scream and cry. It was awful. I finally gave in and would just put him in our bed and pat his butt until he would fall asleep and then put him in his crib. Then we found out we were going to have Caylee so at about 16 months old he went to a toddler bed. Every single night we read together and then turn out the lights. It took him a month or two to learn to stay in bed but then he never got up and would just fall asleep. A couple of times in the last few weeks he has ask me to rock him after I rock Caylee. Well today it brought me to tears. Not just tears but full blown bawling with boogers running everywhere. He crawled up here with his white shirt and lay here while I rocked. Then he reaches up and starts rubbing my cheek. He talked in a very quite voice. The conversation was about having two names, the color of our skin, and numbers. None of it made much sense but it was one of those rare moments where it is quite in the house and it is just me and my precious baby boy that will FOREVER be engraved in my heart. Moments like that don’t come everyday but when they do come the unconditional love and compassion burns in your soul like nothing else in this world!!

Today I was going through some things in our filing cabinet. All of a sudden the kids are at my bedroom door and Cade is very excited. He said, “Momma we holding hands.” I look up from the mountain of papers and he raises his hand. Him and Caylee are holding hands smiling very proudly at me. I was pretty excited myself due to the fact that they usually spend the day fussing with each other. I ask him if he would like me to take a picture and he said yes. They were both really pleased with themselves, haha. Then this evening after dinner I was flipping through a mag. He comes running into the living room saying, “Brown, brown, Caylee brown.” Within seconds she comes out of the kitchen with a brown crayon. I walk around the corner and all my white cabinets are now brown, one wall is brown, my oven is brown, and the dishwasher (black) has waxy streaks all over the door. The crayons were in a bottom cabinet that has child-proof locks. However, Caylee managed to get her finger in the door just enough to get out a crayon. So this evening I will be scrubbing my kitchen from top to bottom, huh.