Letting go of the past makes room for the future!

Two days — that's how long it took me to sort through my daughters clothes. Thankfully, she is only 22 months old, and I didn't want to wait any longer to do it. It was a lot of stuff, and she really didn't NEED all of it. Though I do admit, she wore every item multiple times! I noticed that the first few months of her life were almost entirely devoted to onesies and sleepers. :) Anyway, I don't consider myself a mom that "spoils" their child, so I would be interested in seeing what someone who does "spoil" their child has to sort through. Some people keep the clothes (just in case), but the chances of me having another child that is the same sex in the same season is small. I'd rather clean out my house, so the "chi" can flow easier throughout the house. I don't feel as stifled that way!

I'm not a person that is typically attached to material items. I learned (when I lost my wedding ring) that you really can't take it with you, and the only thing that is priceless is time. Time with your grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, siblings, cousins, significant other, friends, co-workers, acquaintances and strangers. Why did I include co-workers, acquaintances, and strangers? Well, they affect our lives more than most realize. If you really try you, most likely, can think of someone who has helped you in a time of need that you didn't know. You may have never even learned their name. Example: On my wedding day, the limo that was supposed to pick my husband up got lost. The limo driver stopped at a gas station to get directions, and this random guy offered to drive him to our house. All the limo driver had to do was follow him. This is AMAZING to me. This person took time out of their day, and went out of their way to help us. I have never learned who that guy was but he gave me a priceless wedding gift that day! My husband to our wedding on time!

Anyway, where was I going with this story...oh yeah...so I'm usually not attached to material items. However, as I was going through all my daughter's clothing and toys...I felt hesitation. I could see her in every tiny outfit (when she was born she was only 5 lbs 14 ounces-full term) and playing with every toy. I felt like I was losing part her babyhood (is that a word?). So, as I separated her clothes into piles (resale shop, friends, donations)...I allowed myself to take time to remember each moment. Of course, then as I was going through those things...I realized my 22 month old was having a blast falling into the piles of clothes, putting the pants on her head, dressing her baby up in the little hats and onesies. Yes, she will never be a baby again, but there is so much more to look forward to in the future. One day, I will be packing away the clothes she is wearing now. I'm sure I will be thinking how small they are and wishing she was this little again. Then I will separate them like before, and remember that there is so much more to look forward to in the days to come. 

I did keep one Rubbermaid tub full of some of my favorite things. Hey, you never know ;)...