I remember my little rocking chair my mother kept in the bedroom of the apartment we shared when I was a little kid.
My little kiddie table and chairs set also neatly occupied space inside there.
I would rock my little body back and forth in delight and at playtime.
Not only did my chair rock, but I had a mother who rocked even before the term came into existence.
My mother was fabulous in giving me a young childhood to remember fondly.
