We’ve kept the glider from O’s nursery, even though it’s seen better times. It’s wobbly, worn, and stained, after spending many a night rocking The Baby That Slept for Everyone but Us. It sits in our office, usually used by O, when she and her dad pull it up to his desk so she can watch him play video games.
I was sitting in it today, watching the game online, while O was napping in her room. She stumbled in the room, crawled in my lap, and laid her little curly head on my shoulder. I haven’t rocked her in that chair in years, and will take any chance I get. Almost 4 feet tall, suddenly all elbows and knees, but always my baby she’ll be.