Cut the Cord, Mom!

Recently my sister-in-law had a baby boy. Scot decided this was a perfect opportunity to get rid of some of the baby clothes that we had been harboring. Scot brought in the four totes of clothes, bedding, etc. and I started to go through each one. My goal was to pick out the items that didn't have special meaning or were hand-me-downs. The first one I came to had Brodie's infant clothes. I saw onesies that I can only vaguely remember him wearing, and I started to get rather sad. There were blankets and onesies and socks that that had special meaning to me. I'm sure some of you think I'm crazy for having a special place in my heart for my child's old socks, but all of the happy memories of having an infant came flooding back. Don't get me wrong, I love the age that Brodie is at now. But to know that he will be my one and only makes me somewhat sad. Let me repeat something... I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER CHILD!!!! I just wish I could go back in time for a few hours and play and cuddle with my baby... Just once. At this point, Scot kept bringing in the totes and kept smiling at me without a clue as to how heartbroken I was. About halfway through the first tote, I start tearing up (as I am now) and realize that I MUST get through this. As I look over each piece of clothing, it gets harder and harder to contain my emotions. By this point, Scot notices that I'm crying and tells me that I don't have to get rid of anything if I don't want to. How sweet!!! Little does he know that I am sad because I am reminiscing about the last 7 1/2 years. There's really no point in keeping clothes that don't have any special meaning to me, so I forge ahead. Long story short, I was able to condense our treasures of our only child down to 2 totes. My moral to this story is... Brodie will always be my BABY, even when he is 20 years old!!!

This is Brodie and daddy in 2007.