I’m at it again. I have cleaned out twenty (TWENTY!) large totes of baby clothes, and I have decided that I don’t want to move them next summer when we (hopefully) move into our new home. Since we have two nephews on the way, I am saving most of the boys’ clothes for them, but I have decided that all of the girl clothes must go. I refuse to hold on to twenty boxes of clothes in hopes of someday having a niece. I’m sure if I do ever have a niece, I will buy her more (brand-new) clothes than she will have time to wear.
I have been surprisingly unemotional about pulling out all of these outfits and stirring up my memories of Meghan as a baby, a toddler, a kindergartner. Don’t think me too callous. I get like this when I’m cleaning out. I just want all the unnecessary stuff out of my house and put to good use somewhere else. I have lots of great memories and three shelves full of scrapbooks to help me remember.
During my cleaning out, I came across a very large tote full of shoes, and decided that these, too, must leave my house. I set them all out on a table tonight, arranged by size, and the image startled me a little. There in front of me was my daughter’s life so far, from size 0 to 13 1/2.
Hold on. Wait…
There. Whew. It passed.
OK, haul it away, boys!
(if you live in the D/FW area and would like to rummage through and purchase my ten totes of girl clothes, sizes newborn to 8, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I can give you more info!)