I have discovered, or rather, re-discovered the magic of the rocking chair.
This summer, I was cleaning out part of the barn at my in-law’s house (which is now partly my house, since both in-laws have passed), and discovered an old, dirty, abandoned rocking chair buried under boxes, bales and assorted discarded junk. Knowing that my office (I’m a guidance counselor) needed chairs, I adopted it.
I brought the chair home, cleaned it, and painted it a cheery yellow. A chair cushion in red with yellow sunflowers completed the cheeriness. On the first “tally-ho” day, I trucked the chair to my office.
This chair has become central to my counseling – to both students and staff. Sitting and rocking has a magical quality that seems to provide a calming motion and allows feelings, thoughts, fears, joys, . . . to come pouring out. Students, particularly boys, who come into my office agitated and upset, spend a few minutes rocking and talking, and then can return to class to finish the day.
In observing this phenomenon, I remember rocking my children when they were upset, sick, agitated, and the rocking chair helped sooth them. I also remember, back in my elementary teaching days, having a rocking chair in kindergarten classrooms. Again, it seems that we sometimes neglect the “old school” trappings in favor of the technological and trendy.
So, cheers to the old-fashioned rocking chair – I pray it continues to comfort another generation. May 2011 be comforting to you and your loved ones.