If this chair could talk, I know what it’d say…
I’ve watched you rock and sing and pray every single day.
I saw you in the early days at 9, 12, 2 and 5
With heavy eyes and tired mind just trying to survive.
I saw the tears roll down your cheek when you felt so unsure
Why God chose you for this role “why didn’t he pick her?”
I witnessed as you mustered out small prayers unendingly,
Asking God for help and how to let him sleep peacefully.
I heard every lullaby and off key tune you sang
Pouring in words of hope and love as his life just began.
I watched you grow and become more sure of just why God picked you,
For as you grew into the role, your love for him grew too.
I watched you start to linger more once he was off to sleep.
You’d sit and stare and smile, knowing babies just don’t keep.
I watched you begin to dream again, knowing it’d be okay.
To do the things that brought you joy – there’d still be time to play.
You knew all along that YOU were best suited for the job,
But doubt and fear and worry, your joy they tried to rob.
For from this chair it all clicked, “I was made for this!”
To love and fight for a sweet little boy with every single kiss.
I saw this truth unravel you because you knew it true,
God knew who your son would need in a mom and in turn He picked YOU!
Momma, you are strong, capable and enough.
You’re not doing it wrong, some days are just that tough.
So look back through the adventure together we’ve been on,
Faith has won in the end and all those fears are gone!
You may not need me quite as much as in those earlier years,
But when you do, I’m always here to help rock away the tears.
If comparison ever creeps in again, remember what I say:
Every momma rocks her baby the same familiar way.
I wrote this for all the mommas, wherever you are on the journey. If you find yourself in a rocking chair tonight, remember you are not alone. There is another momma out there rocking right along with you. Keep praying, keep singing and keep rocking. ❤️- Brittany
