I’m torn. Walking the line between sentimentality and realism. With Bo’s first year long behind us, she has grown and changed and developed and left her babyhood behind her. With all of these changes come little markers of emotion for me. Little shoes that no longer fit. Little bonnets. Little tiny hand prints on paper. Little body suits and little toys that her little hand gripped and waved so many months ago.
As I start to clear out her things to make room for the things she now reaches for… as she opens the door to the wonderful world of make believe… I can’t help but wonder. What do I keep? My mother kept everything. Little beautiful clothes and shoes and toys that were once mine, have now been Bo’s. She has literally walked around in clothes that I walked around in so many years ago. She cuddles the same toy in her bed as I cuddled when I was her age. This beautiful gift I want to give to her to, when she has her own baby one day. The gift of shared memory.
But I’m also a big believer in reuse and recycle. Pass things down the line to another family who can use things that we no longer have any use for. I’m trying really hard to consume less (and hoard less)… So what do I keep and what do I donate? I have beautiful little hand woven booties that used to keep her tiny feet warm, I have our hospital tags and a box full of handwritten letters; letters to Bo, letters to me from her dad, letters that I wrote to him, letters from another time. I have my marriage vows, written on a scrap of paper. I have first ultrasound pictures and birth announcements and cards welcoming her into the world. Everything tucked up in a big old cardboard fruit box, with plenty of space for the firsts (and lasts) yet to come.
What do you tuck away for your little one? Are you a keep everything kind of person? Or are you ruthless with what you get rid of? I’d love to know!