Being Ready To Say Goodbye Doesn’t Mean It Is Easy
When the car pulled up and the young couple got out, I had almost forgotten.
“C’mon Hayden! Let’s go show them the rocking chair!”
Being the good sport and instant friend-maker that he is, Hayden showed them the rocking chair, and since they loved that he assumed they’d love all of his stuff. He began bringing out books and toys, holding them up without a word but with a glimmer in his eye and shy smile on his face.
When the husband began carrying the rocker, and then the matching ottoman, out to their car, Hayden’s expression went flat.
As we stood together on the front steps watching them load up our chair, I know we were both sharing the same memories. And the same brief moment of sadness.
I knelt down close, and in an almost-whisper I said, “You’ve really outgrown that chair, haven’t you?”
He nodded, still watching our rocker being pushed further into their SUV.
“She has a baby inside her tummy- a baby boy! So we are going to let them use the rocker, now.”
He paused, and with clarity in his voice and expression said, “I’ll bet he’s going to be just like me.”
“I hope so, Hayden.”