I am not a materialistic person by any means. Things don't make me happy. They actually stress me more. I like simple clean lines. I decorate that way and most of our decorations are pictures of special people in our lives. I am also that way in how I dress, makeup and hair.
So, why then as I was getting the boys clothes out of the attic and into the van to take to a consignment store was I feeling sad and depressed? Well, the only thing I could come up with was that my baby isn't a baby anymore. It was sad looking at those tiny little things that were so big on him when he was born. Seeing those blankets that were so soft and that kept him warm. I had to remind myself that I didn't need to save them. There were families out there that needed them and that it was better to share than to store them away and just let them go to waste.
I find it is easier to get rid of his stuff now. I think it is because he is bigger and wears it longer than the baby clothes. I do get teary eyed once again as I pack up Riley's already to small stuff. I just can't believe how fast it goes. Thank you Lord that I am blessed to be able to be with my children instead of having them in daycare. I can't imagine missing a minute.