Sap I Am

This weekend I had my annual garage sale and I was super pumped to get rid of some of the unnecessary clutter in the house. Now that we've sealed the deal, so to speak, for not having any more kids, it's time to let go of all the baby stuff that we no longer need. Evie is moving right along and leaving lots of those fun items I've had for six years well behind her. But who has two thumbs and too much sentimentality? This mama. That's who.  Watching the stuff I've used on three babies get loaded into some random person's car was so much harder than I expected it to be. My nursing pillow...*sniff*...that helped my three little babies do countless hours of tummy time on. My Old MacDonald farm play mat...*sniff*...that three tiny babies learned to roll over on. Baby clothes...*sniff*...that I changed over and over through all the spit up and diaper explosions. The baby bath tub...*sniff*...that I gave first baths for three little naked babies in. Ah heck! I'm just an over-sentimental sap! But the worst was the last thing I sold. It was a ratty old (probably recalled) baby bouncer that I bought for a whopping quarter at a garage sale when I was pregnant with Alex. I called it the magic bouncer because, despite it's old crusty nature, each kid loved it like crazy. I actually almost kept it. But I knew that it would be better used for someone else's baby. I actually cried when it got loaded into that car and drove off. I also am kicking myself for letting it go. So my sweet daughter, Abby, told me tonight when I was telling Josh how much I regret selling it, that I can go buy it back from them when their baby is done using it and they sell it at their own garage sale. And that if I pray about it, God can help me find it. I gave her a hug and told her that it was a fantastic idea!

Our last picture with the Pink Bouncer. *sniff*

So here I am. Letting go of the baby scene. I never thought it would be so hard. I know that we're done and that we all must move on as our children grow, but dagnabbit, if it doesn't sting like crazy! Perhaps our paths shall cross again Pink bouncer. Perhaps.