Sorting through outgrown baby clothes has to be one of the worse tasks on Earth. I honestly let the pile of too tiny clothes grow & grow until it gets to the point of truly intrusive. Then I spend a few hours going through both girls closets, sorting & bagging. This was my task this morning, but some reason it was much harder than usual.
Going through Sam’s stuff gives me a bit of a pit in my stomach, I just can’t believe she’s outgrown her favorite doggie shirt already, but at least I know I still have a tinier one waiting in the wings. Sorting Sophie’s closet however was just plain gut-wrenching. Newborn, 0-3 mths, 3-6 mths, 6-12 mths, 12-18mths & even 18-24 mths. She’s gone through them all. The entire infant section is completely done.
All the sweet, little, softie early walker shoes…in the giveaway bag. The soles are worn through & elastics stretched out, I’ve put two kids through each of these items & now it’s time to let them go.
When I actually tied all 8 bags of my little laundry memories I was surprisingly ok. I think I was well distracted by being uber pleased with myself that I could actually see the closet floors & successfully open & the close the dresser drawers. When it came time to actually unload the bags at the donation center however, I started to break. I think it was seeing Sam’s pink elephant onesie through one the bags. Yes, I know they’re going to some sweet little girl who needs them but they were still mine. My memories. My babies. All grown up. I dropped them in the bins, got in the car & caught a quick reflection of myself in the review mirror. I saw the furrowed ‘I’m about to cry’ brow & immediately decided I was too hormonal & needed to suck it up. In the end they are just clothes. I’ll always have the memories & while I it’s ok to give yourself a minute or two to mourn the time that’s passed, anymore than that is just taking away from time you could truly be savoring the wonderful age your child is now. Unless your child is a 14 year old hormonal girl. That can just suck & you can cry.
Am I just a sentimental wreck or do you have a hard time donating your children’s stuff too??
PS- I didn’t give away EVERYTHING, I’m allowing myself one tub (the biggest Target sells) to keep my favorite items. My plan is one day when my girls are big & busy with their own lives I’ll take all their tiny clothes & sew myself a quilt. It will be like a memory album that you can wrap yourself in.