A Slice of Mom

 A little slice of mom today.

When I was a little girl, we had a wooden rocking chair that always sat in the same corner of the living room. This was a remnant of the 70s with pictures of fruit painted on the seatback and gold painted details in all the lines and creases of the chair. It always had some sort of cushion on it to make it more comfortable, but I can't tell you what that cushion looked like anymore. 

But I do remember two things. When I was looking up, reclined in my mom's arms while she rocked me, there was a white glass light with black designs that hung from a hook in the ceiling with a black chain that swagged to the corner and down the wall. 

But the other thing is what I remember best of all. The creak. This rocking chair was old when my mom was rocking me in it and it had a creak that creaked it's creak about midway through each forward and backward rock. I can still hear it in my mind...partly a creak, partly a snap, partly a crack...but it was consistent and ever present. 

So was my mom. She rocked me every night and as she rocked me she sang. My Elvis-loving Mom sang me a different sort of lullaby than most babies heard. She sang It's Now or Never, Love Me Tender and Can't Help Falling In Love With You. I know she sang other songs too, but those are the ones I remember the most. I even danced my first dance with my husband to I Can't Help Falling In Love With You. 

When Mom rocked me in that chair with that creak and sang that song...all was right with my world.