A Rocker For All Ages

Rocking chairs have survived the test of many generations and a million sleepless nights. They come in fine wood, soft supple upholstery and even woven and painted.
Yes, they all, each and every one of them, find a way into someone's memory, a plesant moment of the past, and a safe refuge for the future.

Rocking chairs have rocked new moms with day-old babies, healed broken hearts and wounded pride, and then eased the pains of getting old.

Whether you place a rocking chair on the back porch, front porch, near a fireplace, or really anywhere in your home, it will inevitably find its way into the hearts of everyone who lives there. It will become the place where a day's frustrations are soothed, plans are made and goals dreamed about. Aw, and the stories that have been related by someone as they gently rock to the rhythm of peace and tranquility. A person just cannot stay angry and uptight while they rock - its probably some great scientific principle, but tensions are dissipated and anger is subsided. You may start our vigorously rocking, but soon the proper motion is attained to bring spirits back and bring life to the right mode - relaxed and peaceful.

Walls of resistance don't stand a chance when the matter is discussed while rocking and possible arguments lose their sting. You see, rockers are not made for just men or just women, they are for anyone who wants to take a respite from daily turmoils and leisurely return to a better frame of mind. A person's religious or political affiliations can be discussed but never argues, and while you may or may not see the other person's point of view, while rocking, they are entitled to their thoughts.

These fine pieces of furniture never really die. They will just nestle themselves into future generations and rock sleepy babies, feverish children, exuberant teen-agers and wise parents and grandparents. The very wrinkles of a very bad day are always neatly ironed and laid to rest for a while, while rocking. Smiles come easily and even laughter finds its way to the surface. Conversations can utilize words or not, depending on the rocker's mood. Sometimes just a nod of the head will suffice.

History knows the wisdom of a rocking chair, and the arms of each chair have been caressed and held onto for dear life. Destiny waits in the wings for the right opportunity to make use of the splendid things that happen when someone rocks in a rocking chair. The world would probably be a better place for everyone if only our world leaders could discuss matters while rocking and fine relationships might develop and be perpetuated with a handshake and a nod -while rocking. Oh, if you are lucky enough to have one with a gentle "squeak" - it's just a wonderful "extra."
ENJOY!
©Arleen M. Kaptur 2003 January