I Rock

About a month ago my husband was tucking our 4 year old into bed, our new daughter had been home from Ethiopia about a month, the 4 year old said, “I wish there was a rocking chair in my room.”

My husband told me about the comment later that night in the blessed quiet of all-four-of-our-children-are-in-bed, and my heart felt it might break in two.

I've been rocking our new little girl to sleep every night in the rocking chair in the girls' room.  But, it's been a very long time since I rocked that 4 year old boy to sleep.

His comment about wishing for a rocking chair in his room was so pitiful, but it's true meaning was clear.

My boy wants to be rocked!

The next night about 10 minutes before it was time for me to start rocking Little Girl to sleep, I called my 4 year old son in and asked if he wanted to rock with me for a few minutes. He grinned sheepishly and happily climbed into my lap. I covered him with a blanket just like I’d been doing his new little sister.

And rocked my sweet boy.

My 6 year old daughter walked in during the rocking and said, “What? I didn’t know you were rocking him! But, I want to be rocked!”

So guess what?

Yep, rocked her too, later after the 4 year old and after rocking the 3 year old to sleep.

 I half-way expected the 8 year old to walk in and say he wanted to be rocked!

These two things I know for sure: They are not too big to be rocked, and, if it ends up that a good portion of my days are spent rocking children, then I can think of no better way to use the time God has given me on this earth!

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