Mothering Caroline Grace

learning how to be the mom of an angel

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Memory Monday

I have a rocking chair that we got when it became clear that Caroline was coming home.  My parents picked it up for us while we were still in the hospital.

I spent many hours rocking her to sleep in that chair.  She loved to feel the movement.

The rocking chair had a footstool that rocked along with the chair.  I would often put my feet up.  One of our cats, Nelson, would often sit on my shins while I rocked Caroline.  He always wanted to be close to me and Caroline, and tolerated the back-and-forth motion to cuddle with his mommy and little sister.


Memory Monday

Caroline was a girly girl who knew what she wanted.  

We dressed her in a new outfit almost every day because her daddy kept going Caroline shopping and family and friends sent outfits.  Caroline was always in style.  She loved her outfits but hated being changed; she did not like to be naked.  She liked to be comfortable and warm, wrapped up in the outfits bought with love and the blankets made just for her.  

Caroline always let us know when she needed something, and we spent many hours walking her around the house so that she could look around or wiggling her on our laps like jello.  The jello wiggle always calmed her down when she was fussy.  We spent the majority of our time together cuddling on the couch and rocking in her rocking chair.  Some of my favorite moments were the quiet moments when we clung to each other and our connection was undeniable.  We had mother-daughter pure love.

Caroline, that love is still in my heart.  Mommy loves you so much!