Dear Kids,
I spent a lot of time yesterday sorting your clothes and retiring the outfits that no longer fit you. From those first tiny newborn onesies, to footie pajamas, to bulky winter jackets, every piece of your clothing has had special meaning for me. Retiring them means saying good-bye to you as you just were, accepting that you’re growing up and slowly, ever so slowly, separating yourselves from me. It’s like pulling off a Band-Aid a little bit at a time. It hurts more that way, but no matter how tough it gets, I’ll never wish it to go faster.
Take your time. Enjoy every second of your childhood. I know I will.
Love,
Mom