It has been 90 degrees F for the last two days, which prompted me to finallllly start the seasonal clothing shift and get the boys' summer clothes out. Until now, they've been making do with a pair of shorts and a few t-shirts.
First I stowed all the clean snowsuits that were waiting for me. Then I pulled out the 5T for Jamie and the size 7 for Truen. Easy.
Then I spotted the 18-24 months on the towering clothing storage shelf and thought, "That's it. Taking up space." Enough. But when I pulled it out and started sorting? A river of tears. I couldn't help it. It had to come out.
Both Diego and Truen were very tender and concerned with me when the found me crying. Their sweetness. I choked out my explanation as I spotted the little maroon 12-18 month sweatpants that Truen wore when he was 2 because it was the only thing that fit his tiny little frame.
Ah. How can it be?
I haven't gone through baby clothes yet, nor the toddler clothes. But it just doesn't make sense to take up precious storage space. I've been telling myself that I will sort through them, keeping the precious outfits, but passing the rest to a friend in our homeschool co-op who has a 2yo and newborn baby boys. (Her older kids are girls.)
Honestly, giving them to someone I know has been a big comfort to me in the process of even thinking about it. I felt that comfort as I started the actual sorting. As I sifted, I found myself making two stacks: one for the friend, one for my SIL. The second stack contained the pieces that I couldn't bear to part with and/or hold oodles of nostalgia for a particular babe. Each stack was about the same size.
Then Eliah woke up and needed to snuggle. I still need to pull down the 3T for Yiya and sort through the miscellaneous Big Stuff for Diego. He's the ice plow: I have to "break on through to the other side" every year for him; then store it in nice, neat boxes marked "9" or "10" for future reference. I even have it bagged within the boxes marked "5T Summer" or "8 Winter" for my convenience.
I'm so sthmart. (So why does it take me to the middle of June??) (Good question.)
We are lucky - we have many, many hand-me-downs from cousins. So most of Diego's clothes are just a matter of sorting and identifying what fits. The rest are thrifted. I've found that pants generally last two boys before the knees are totally blasted (sometimes one boy), so I still need to fill in here and there.
But yes: another shift away from the baby years. It hurts. I've thought it will be easier to let go of clothes as they get bigger, but we shall see.
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