I have a sweet obsession with children's chairs. I'm drawn to them. The really well loved ones have always been my favorite. You know the ones, with clever little repairs. A tell tale sign that someone cared enough to reinforce their wobbly little leg with wire, a little bracket or a little scrap of metal. That little repair makes them more valueable to me, an outward sign of just how important they were to someone.
I had a little chair. It was just the right size for me. It was once my father's chair when he was little. Being the youngest of four, it was in my bedroom. When I was little I would rock in it, feeling self important and imagine what I could be. It felt good having something just my size, just for me, that used to be my Dad's.
My children have rocked in that same chair. And I hope their children will rock in it, as well as their children's children too. Maybe not in that same house, but in that same sweet little chair. When I see that little chair that's what I think of now. And when I see any little well loved chair, I think about the little persons who once sat in it and dreamed their sweet little dreams. I guess that's what makes me love children's chairs.
So whatever your size how about taking some time out of your day to sit in your favorite chair and dream a little dream.