I sat in the chair that my Grandfather rocked me as a child and sang the lullaby I can most easily recall from my Grandmother. Feeding him, rocking him, and adding another young soul to the history of that chair, is important. It validates my experience, that when I rock future babies, infants or teenagers or grown adults or if my adult child rocks me, I can recall the love that is forever built into that chair. This I know.
I realized that I will not get much longer with this little baby. That my heart and soul will forever be changed by him, but that this is one of the few times I have left with him to do this very thing. This I know.
When I sing the same lullaby I will recall his coo. His contagious smile. I will remember his aura that commanded me to be present. To be 100% mindful of tending to his exact need. This I know.
I watched as the sun set behind the mountain and the skies turned to dusk. The birds flocked to their trees for the night, the bats came out for their nightly hunt. In a little over a month’s time the air will get more crisp. The leaves will start to get their autumn colors. He will be gone. This I know.
The seasons will shift. My heart will heal. Love is forever. This I know.