Yesterday, I broke out a few bins of old baby clothes.  Each little striped footie awakened a million memories.  I recall washing and folding each small onesie when I was eight months pregnant, and later, kissing each little toe before tucking it into the leg of his pajamas.

I hold up some pieces and can remember entire days with him at the zoo, or park but have no recollection of what I or anyone else was wearing.

I left my career when my son was born.  It was a choice I will never regret.  I couldn’t possibly leave the house even night at his bedtime to run to a local theater and make half hour call.  There have been maybe ten nights that I haven’t tucked him into bed, kissed him, read to him, scratched his back and been the last voice he heard before drifting off to sleep.  Motherhood has been a gift to me. One that changed me from my core and I am grateful to have this experience.

I have a friend who just had her fourth child.  She would use and appreciate these things much more than my basement corner.

This is a hard one.  I find I can more easily part with my own things than let go of my boy’s baby clothes.  I am letting the baby clothing clear out count as my day 22 also.  There was a lot to let go.

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Other pieces by Marylee:   American Mom, The Princess Of Garbage Day, Sing Out, Clara, and Letter From A Bully.