I don't remember my mother rocking me. I mean, I don't remember her actually holding me in a rocking chair. I do know that she has supported me and loved me unconditionally for 27 years. She has never judged and inspired me beyond imagine. Betty is six months old, brand new as far as the vast scheme of things is concerned and I have only begun to rock her. As I hold her close and sing her lullabies, the cycle of life closes in all around us. I realize that some day, not so far away, she will rock her own babies. I love, listen, smell, breathe and live my own daughter because of my mother, who continues to ROCK me!!!!!!!!!
