The Rocking Chair and Finding Joy

It’s the same routine every night.    We read a story, brush her teeth, then settle into the old wooden rocking chair.   I rock us back and forth. Back and forth.   For however long it takes, I sit in that rocking chair, holding her tucked under her favorite gray blanket, waiting for her to drift off to sleep.    I am not sure how many times I go back and forth in that chair, but on those tough nights where she fights sleep, it feels like millions. I…

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