My First Rocking Chair
Today, I am grateful for gifting me — my first rocking chair.
I visited my grandparents, as a child, every summer in Mississippi. On their front porch, sat four rocking chairs. One, reserved for my Grandfather; and, the other three were on a first come-first rock basis. I liked to read and listen to the sounds made by the rocker as I rocked on the wooden floor.
Love of the rocking chair resurfaced in my mid-fifties. While I didn’t buy a rocking chair, I couldn’t bypass a rocking chair at a Cracker Barrel Restaurant, furniture store, or an airport without sitting down and enjoying a rock or two.
For the past five years, I enjoyed rocking for seven straight days in rocking chairs on the front porch of the house we rent for our Mother-Daughter Vacations in Martha Vineyards
There are only two rocking chairs on the front porch in Martha’s Vineyard. Both daughters enjoy the rocking chairs, but when I am present — one rocking chair is for Mama. Like, my grandfather, I appreciate my rocking chair privilege. I view it as one of the many gifts of love from my daughters.
After returning from vacation this year, I didn’t want to wait another year to rock in the chairs at the rental house in Martha’s Vineyard or the rocking chairs at the Boston Airport.
Also, I didn’t want to rely on random rocks in public places for the next year. So, I gifted ME a rocking chair for reading and relaxing throughout the year.
Since I was not able to find a rocking chair locally to coordinate with the furniture on our lanai, I ordered one through the internet. It’s perfect. All I need to find is a seat cushion.
I can’t close this post without expressing gratitude to Hubby for assembling my rocking chair. (Side Note — Maybe, after reading this, he will assemble my new potting table delivered this past week and is still boxed up in the foyer.)
Most of all, I am grateful to God for his unconditional love, which has opened my life up to experiencing self-love.
SeasonedSistah 
This should be a big hit.
Guy
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Thank you, Hubby.
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Hurrah for you getting your own rocking chair! It looks beautiful.
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There is something comforting sitting and rocking in a rocking chair. I enjoy them to. I have one on my patio and listen to the crickets. What am I grateful for? To live right now with social media and the Internet so I can connect with lovely people, like you 🙂
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I am loving my rocking chair. Sadly, I can only spend early mornings rocking as the Florida heat and sunshine runs me inside later in the day and the evenings are not yet cool enough for this Wisconsin transplant either. But, I look forward to rocking through the winter. Thank you for your comments.
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Now you have made me desire a rocking chair! Thanks for sharing and thank you to Hubby for assembling it and your new potting table…hope he’s done it. *smiling*
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I have no doubt that you would enjoy a rocking chair. I wake at 5:00 a.m., and spend time rocking in my chair relaxing and taking time to read inspirational materials on my iPad in the still darkness of early morning. It’s a wonderful way to begin the day. I do this in the final season of life; and regret there was not time, or I failed to make time, to “stop and be still.” Oh, and without asking, Hubby, assembled with Potting Table yesterday.
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Now you have given me the ‘how-to-enjoy-your-rocking-chair’ manual. I’ll add a cup of tea or my large book of puzzles to it. It’s great to know you started all the same – so leave no room for regrets. Do say thank you to your hubby for me for assembling your table.
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