Today was a very sad day for me; one I have been anticipating for a long time and knew was inevitable.
I cleaned out my baby girl clothes- for the last time. It's the usual routine of sorting out the too-small outfits and replacing them with sizes for the next three months, only this time, instead of going back in the baby clothes bin to be worn again, they went into the giveaway bag.
I realize this is something every mother has gone through, but as I was sorting through those clothes and placing them into the bag never to be seen again, I felt like I was the only mother who had ever done this, alone in the world.
There was a lot of sentimental value attached to those garments. Most of them had been worn by both Kaitlyn and Rachel, and some even dated back to Ashlee. Hard to let go.
On the bright side, I know where they are going and that seems to help, if only a little. I have a friend in the ward who has struggled with infertility for years, and is now pregnant. She recently discovered she will be having a girl, and when I heard this I immediately knew the clothes would go to her. I tried to pick out the best, matching outfits to go in the bag; the rest will be consigned.
Ashlee is somewhat disappointed that we are done having babies and has reasoned, "Can't you just have 7 or 8? I would be totally fine with that." So would I honey, but talk to your dad. Mom could do babies forever, but not in this life.
As I was thinking aloud today about the upcoming trial of having two "babies" so close in age, Ashlee very matter-of-factly exclaimed, "Mom, I'm going to be taking care of Rachel." Okay, that solves that. =) I appreciate that her heart is in the right place.
I sure am going to miss all that pink.