Rockin'

This afternoon when I picked up Reilly at daycare, I asked Shawneeka the same question I always ask: “How was Reilly’s day?”

She said, “Your daughter is quite the climber.”

“How so?”

“Remember that wooden rocking chair we used to have in the corner? Well, today she was cruising around it and using it to pull herself up.”

Here I nod, knowing quite well that the computer chair in our apartment is one of her favorite places to play.

“One minute she was playing around it, and the next minute we look over and there she is sitting in it.”

“Oh, God,” I say.

“So, we had to take it out of the room. Once she figured out to get up on it, she wouldn’t leave it alone.”

I smiled, and looked to the corner where the rocking chair used to be, the bare floor yet another reflection of Reilly’s influence on the world around her.