But when I pack up all the clothes my kids have grown out of, I get a little more attached to that "stuff." I give my friends all of my kids' clothes when we are finished with them, but I have a small box for each child where I keep "special" outfits that I just can't give away.
And when I'm going through outgrown clothes, I find my "special" pile starts to grow and grow. I can't help it. I see the pajamas that Mimi bought for Paxton and they were just so soft and they made him even more snuggly.
Or the little outfit that I bought as soon as I found out I would have a daughter and she only wore it twice because she grew so quickly.
|(Piper with her cousin Caleb)|
And the fireman pajamas that Xander loved so much that for months I washed them every day so he could wear them every night.
And I'm reminded that they will never ever be able to fit in those clothes again and that time is so very fleeting. it's enough to make my heart physically hurt and my eyes start to water.
But then I stop. And I make myself realize - it's not the clothes that are so special to me. It's the kids. And the memories of them being so snuggly or so tiny or so happy. And I remember that I'm intentional about keeping memories. I won't let myself forget. And we have many more memories to make.
So most of the clothes can go and be used by someone else's child, and he or she will look just as cute and have just as much fun in them as mine did.
Just maybe not these clothes. :)