When I totalled my first car that I paid for with my own money, I felt horrible. I felt like that car protected me, always got me where I needed to be, carried around all of my stuff, was perfect for me. I felt like I had betrayed it by smashing the front irreparably.
When the turtle shell store, "Reams", was demolished, I felt sadness. It was part of the first date Matt and I went on. Who cares if we committed a felony? (It was totally innocent, I swear.) I felt like a piece of our history was gone. When we had to pack up and leave our first apartment together I was nearly devastated. It was where we started out--where we had some of our very best moments. It felt wrong to just walk out the door never to come back.
I could go on and on about how mushy I am. There are stories and stories of this little problem I have. I just get too attached to things, to places, to people, to everything.
Today I put away all of the newborn and 0-3 month clothes and it actually caused me pain! I ached over every little piece I carefully folded and put away. A few months ago my baby was drowning in them and now they are going into storage, indefinitely. When we found out we were having another boy I was so excited to use the same cute outfits that didn't get enough wear the first time. Today, as I put them away, I just couldn't stop thinking, "what if this is the last time?".
4 comments:
Awww, I TOTALLY know how you feel! I still miss all the little girl clothes I gave away, and am not ready to let go of the boy clothes yet, even though I know I am done. I think being sentimental is what us Mothers do best! :D
ya know when i was little (i still do this actually), i would kick rocks on the way to school. i thought i was making them so happy because they had lived on that same spot on the street for years and i was kicking them to a new spot. but sometimes i felt so bad for the ones i couldn't kick (since there are millions) to a new home. anyway so basically my point is i think i will feel the same as you when i have to box clothes up!
When I read this post I thought, their first apartment must have been so much nicer than ours cuz I wasn't sad to leave it at all :)
We could write stories all about our sentimentality and we'd have a real tome!! I went a step further than you--my stuffed animals were laid with their heads on the pillows off my bed, and they were covered with blankets. Each and every night. I could NOT sleep thinking of them just tossed on the floor. Sheesh.
It's a good way to be, though, within reason. :o)
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