When I told Ruthie that we were going to take some pictures in my mom's old rocking chair, she asked which mom. She has no concept of my birth mother but only of those who filled that role for me later in life.
I wish she knew the woman who used to sit in that chair. My sister says she remembers my mom, dressed in her green robe, rocking me or sewing there. I wish I could remember more.
I thought this photo-op was an interesting picture of what once was and what never got to be.
When we finished, I hung the old rocker back on my garage wall for another day.
As for Ruthie, she didn't mind the shoot because it meant she also got to play with bubbles.
And I must add she looked pretty darn cute in her new Matilda Jane pants- something else I am sure my mother would have loved.