Since my youngest started growing out of his babygros, I’ve been storing everything away for number 3.
A little while ago, in the light of still not having managed to have a baby, I sorted out the loft and got rid of over half of the stuff I’d put away. The rest sits patiently above our heads, neatly packed in boxes.
Since then I have postponed sorting through the boys current clothes because it was a decision I couldn’t face. Save the good stuff this time? Or not?
DS2 has been getting bigger and bigger and his drawers fuller and fuller, packed with things he doesn’t wear anymore.
Today, as my sense of self is being gradually restored by some much-needed me-time while the boys are at school and preschool, I realised I could face it.
I sorted through both of their chests of drawers and made a huge pile. Not to keep, but to recycle. I didn’t save anything.
You have to draw the line somewhere, right?
I think given DS2 has just turned 3, this is a good place for the line.
And it’s a small but important step in gradually letting go of one dream and hopefully making space in all our lives for a new one.
Not that I’m giving up just yet.
Letting go? Gradually. Giving up? Oh no 😉