My Thinking Spot
I am sure every child has heard many times “you just sit there and think about what you have done.” We adults have that phrase slip off of our tongues so easily because we are no different thaN children. Everyone needs a place to do some deep thinking. For myself, I have always needed a quiet spot where I could hide away when pondering something important. Not until recently had I come to realize that I needed “one” spot. No matter what the thought process or the situation, I needed to return to that one spot. In the summer of 2012 I had visited my sister Elvera and she was cleaning out her basement. I came home with my Grandmother Laura Wendlandt’s rocking chair. It was in pretty bad shape. I took it upon myself to finish what several others had started. It took a lot of elbow grease along with sandpaper, glue, springs . . . oh, what the heck . . . everything! The entire time I worked on it I felt calm, knowing that I was giving life back to the memories of Grandma Laura.
It didn’t take long for me to find a place for it in our home, and about the same time I found I really enjoyed sitting in this rocker. I am sure some of the scars in the wood could tell stories to no end. One of the lap robes that grandma had made and sent to me when Orlin and I lived in Riesel, Texas soon found it’s way onto the backrest. Grandmother Laura was of short stature and the rocker height is evidence of it. I really don’t mind that.
When I need to sort out some items for myself and my family, I wait until I am home alone, and I do just sit here and think about it. Some items bring a smile, followed by a few tears. Some items need serious thoughts as there will be serious results. In the end, when I need that extra oomph to get up and out of the rocker, I know that my decisions are sound and wise for those that will be effected. I also know my heart likes the time I spend in my thinking spot. That time keeps me connected to my children – you know, the wealth that you leave the world. It’s a good thing.