Life

The Chair

 

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Placed in a freshly painted room in the corner.  Untouched for months, waiting to fulfill it’s purpose. A human with a swollen belly sits in the chair rocking back and forth, looking around the room at the tiny pink decorations, imaging what life would be like in the very near future.

Water breaks, baby is born, humans come home.

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The chair is used nightly, for no other rocking chair sits in the home. The chair rocks back and forth during the day and at all hours of the night; it gets little rest. Blankets are strewn across the chair, burp rags sit in the seat and small droplets of milk fall from bottles and litter the arm rest. Songs are sung, tears of joy and frustration from both humans take place as the the chair rocks back and forth. Coos and giggles fill the room at night-fall and binkies bobble up and down. Human eyes close and as time moves forward the chair gets more and more rest.

Books replace burp rags on the small nightstand and hundreds and hundreds of stories are read aloud as the chair rocks back and forth. Bottles no longer leak droplets of milk and the chair is rarely needed during the mid-night hours. Songs are still sung, some tears still take place, prayers are said and blankets are still strewn across the chair.

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Changes take place and one day the chair is moved to a new room, a new corner. The room is brighter, new furniture is moved in and the chair makes itself at home. Little hands and feet climb into the chair and rock back and forth, back and forth. Giggles and squeals are heard and toys are thrown onto the seat.

Water breaks, baby is born, humans come home.

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The chair is again used nightly, still being the only chair in the home. The chair is used even more during the nights, rocking back and forth. Blankets are strewn across the chair, used burp rags litter the night stand, dried milk sits on the arm rest and happy and sad tears are cried from both humans. As time moves forward the chair gets used less and less. Binkies bob up and down, “You are my Sunshine” is sang and books are brought out to the nightstand. Sippy cups replace bottles and milk no longer leaks onto the chair. One night the chair starts to squeak, and the human finds just the right rhythm to make the sound stop. Fabric starts to fade on the seat and foot rest, the squeak becomes worse and the human throws a large blanket over the seat to cover the torn fabric.

The room is painted cream with teal accent colors. Two little sets of hands and feet climb on to the chair and rock back and forth, back and forth. Giggles and squeals and fighting is heard and toys are thrown onto the seat.

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Water breaks, baby is born, humans come home.

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The chair is older and is now only used at nap-time and night-time. A new chair sits just outside the door in the living room. Night-times are the busiest times, the chair rocks back and forth as milk is fed to a human wrapped in a blanket. Tiny droplets sprinkle onto the arm rest. Songs are sung and tears fall down onto the seat. The night time is always busy.

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The chair is moved to a new room in a new home in a new corner. The chair makes itself at home and the same blanket is strewn across. The fabric is torn more and more on the seat and foot rest and the squeak is louder and louder. It is once again, the only chair in the new home and so is used more and more. Night times are still consistently busy. Books are brought out, bottles are placed away in cabinets and burp rags are put away. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of books are read. Songs are sang by both humans. The corner behind the chair is used for hiding and playing. It is the perfect spot for tiny humans. The chair is getting old and tired, it is glad for the rest it now gets at most nights. The chair squeaks loud but the two humans finds it comforting.

The chair knows its time is coming to an end. No more bottles, burp rags or binkies will be used in it anymore. Milk will no longer dot the seat and arm rest. Humans will no longer be swaddled and rocked. Coos and giggles will no longer fill the room as the chair rocks back and forth, humans will no longer stare at other little human eyes and sing, “You are my Sunshine, My only Sunshine”, and stories will someday no longer be told. Prayers will no longer be prayed out loud, tears will no longer fall on the seat and toys will not be thrown on top. No ones’ water will break again and no new human will come home. No, the chair has almost fulfilled it’s purpose.

It has seen every emotion known to man: joy, awe, grace, mercy, anger, frustration, sadness, surprise, trust, anticipation, fear, kindness, and most importantly love. So much love. The fabric may be worn, the squeak may be loud, the padding a little lumpy but this chair holds all of its humans’ most precious memories. And a few times a day it is still used. It still rocks back and forth, stories are still read and songs are still sung. But it knows and it waits for the day that is coming…. the day where it will no longer be of use.. it will no longer rock back and forth.

 

 

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