I have a love/dislike relationship with rocking.
I love rocking J before nap and before bed. He is so sweet when I am rocking him and when he is really tired he will rest his head on me, close his eyes, and completely relax. I love that. I love it when his little face is looking toward mine and he is in a completely relaxed state because his momma is holding and rocking him. I love when I think he might be going to sleep, and then all of a sudden he squints his eyes open just to look at me and gives me a big grin before he closes his eyes again. I love that rocking and holding my little man can soothe his fears, toothaches, or anything else. I tell myself how lucky I am that I am the one who rocks him before his naps. If I was working, someone else would be rocking him or he probably wouldn’t be rocked. That thought makes me sad sometimes. 1 year olds need some hugging/cuddling/rocking time too. It is so therapeutic for both parties.
Are you wondering where the dislike of rocking comes in? I really don’t like rocking at 1:30 in the morning or 2:45 in the morning, or really anytime in the middle of the night when I was just dead asleep. It is SO hard to stay awake and really rock a baby or toddler when you are nodding off yourself. I’m thinking to myself, “How many more minutes does he need rocked because I am about to fall over in this chair.” There you have it. My nasty rocking confession. I don’t know how grandmas do it! They will gladly rock their grandchildren for an hour or even more at absolutely any time of the day! 12:35am sounds like a great time to rock their grandbaby if that’s what their grandbaby wants! Maybe it’s a grandma thing.
But don’t get me wrong. I really do absolutely love rocking my sweet little boy. I thank God for him, and that I have this time to rock him while he is still little. And I am really trying to remember those feelings at 1:30 in the morning. Because, sometimes, it’s those 1:30 in the morning rocking chair cuddles that mean the most.