|My basement doesn't look like this anymore|
Bins of old clothes, old broken toys, and a lot of stuff that can just be considered junk at this point have been sitting idle in my storage room for a long time. One of the realities as a parent is that your kids are not getting any younger and as much as I try to hold on to pieces of the past, we aren't going backwards.
I started to run out of space.
As much as I would love to see Carter wear his 3T clothes one more time, it's time to move on. And Tyler's old stuffed animals haven't been played with in seemingly forever; perhaps they would be better suited with someone else.
I don't know why it's taken me so long to get this done. Perhaps part of me is just not ready to turn the page on this chapter of our lives. If I hold on to the memories of the past, maybe the future won't arrive so soon? I don't think anyone is ready to have their kids grow up, especially me.
I got rid of seven giant garbage bags full of clothes the other day and I have a mound of perfectly good toys just waiting to find an owner. The truth is I will miss all of those things, but it's time to start making new memories.
Now that my storage room has space, I won't have to go through this again for another couple of years.
It's not an easy thing to do.