A friend of mine is adopting a new baby soon–her birth mother is still pregnant and the baby could arrive any day; in fact, the baby could be premature. She asked me if I had any preemie clothes that I would be willing to give her. I said YES! Of course!
And my heart sunk a little. Not because I’m not thrilled for her or that I don’t want to give my clothes away. It is just hard to part with such itty-bitty sweet baby outfits that my itty-bitty-barely-four-pound twins wore when they came home from the hospital. I actually have been hoarding their preemie clothes in a big plastic bag in my basement, keeping them all to myself for….Um…I don’t know.
There are no babies in my immediate future and God willing, we will not have another preemie.
So I said, YES! Of Course!
I can’t hang on the them forever. They are just SITTING in my basement. That is silly. And a little selfish. Especially when this new little baby could use them.
So I dug them out of the basement tonight and sorted through them. The look brand new–after all, babies grow so fast and don’t really “do” anything to wear the clothes out. And they were so tiny and cute.
What happened? how did my babies get so big? It is amazing.
Aaron watched me sort though the clothes and asked me if it was hard to let them go. I said yes–with a lump in my throat. The clothes are attached to so many memories. But like I said, I don’t need them anymore and the right thing to do is let them go, especially if someone else can use them.
I did keep a few outfits for myself–I just had to.
My babies are not babies anymore. It is sad. But it is happy too. They are healthy and growing, loving and wonderful. They are able to talk to me, hug me, kiss me, and say “I love you Mommy!” They had a blast when we went putt-putting and go-cart riding for the first time on Saturday. Only little boys can do things like that. So growing up is good.
But just like the clothes, it is hard to let the baby stage go.