Since my baby is not really a baby anymore, and since it’s very unlikely that my husband and I will have any more babies in the near future, I’ve started cleaning out some of our baby paraphernalia. It hasn’t been easy. There are so many memories attached to so many of those sweet baby things. It’s been hard to part with the tiny toys, teething rings and blankets. But the hardest thing to part with has been the clothes.
So many of my boys’ clothes take me back to when they were little. I look at those little clothes and I marvel that my boys – now 17 months and 3 ½ – ever used to fit into them. It’s hard to part with things when they’re that meaningful. So, to tell you the truth, sometimes I don’t. Instead, I’ve stashed several things in a bottom drawer in my youngest’s room, and I plan to keep them because I just can’t bear to give them away. Here are some of my favorites:
- T-shirts. There are two or three t-shirts that the boys just loved, and I love those T-shirts for that reason. Those shirts were the last things they’d take off at night, and I literally had to chase them in order to peel them from their bodies (which is what inspired the picture in today’s Facebook post). I guess all little kids are that way. Apparently my sister-in-law – now the mother of a two-year-old – used to love an old shirt that my mother-in-law kept, and she passed it down to her daughter. Now the two-year-old wears it all the time, and she loves it just as much as her mom used to. Who knows, maybe my sons’ sons will want to wear their old T-shirts one day? So I pretty much have to keep those, right?
- Their coming-home-from-the-hospital clothes. My old boss gave me the cutest wee outfit at a baby shower for my oldest son. As soon as I opened that gift and saw those little clothes – complete with matching hat – I knew that that’s what I’d dress my baby in when we came home from the hospital. And that’s exactly what we did, and he was precious. For our second child, I felt like he should have something brand new to wear home as opposed to a hand-me-down, so I bought him a brand new outfit that was made out of the softest material I could find. I can’t part with either one of those outfits.
- Swaddle. I had to keep at least one swaddle. I have so many memories of swaddling my babies. We’d wrap them up as tight as we could, and they would slumber that way on their backs – my little papooses. So, so cute.
- Footie pajamas. I had to keep two pairs of footie pajamas. One pair is striped. Whenever I see it, I picture my oldest son as a baby, wearing those PJs, sucking on his pacifier, and carrying around his Elmo doll. The other pair is red, and whenever my youngest would wear it, he would remind me of a farmer in red flannels. It always made me laugh.
- Onesies. I had to keep a couple of onesies, especially the ones that we took their 6-month portraits in. Oh, those take me back… Did they really used to fit in those??
So, there you have it. Those are the clothes that I can’t bear to give away. Is it impractical? Perhaps. But nevertheless, I’ll allow myself this indulgence. Some things are just too precious to give away.
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