Grady quickly grew out of all newborn and 0-3 month sizes. Oddly, I look forward to the sorting and stowing away that happens once clothes become tight and are ready for storage. It has become a ritual of sorts. This weekend I brought out all of Grady's small clothes, and all of Cal's small clothes, and began making piles. As I fold and sort, I am flooded with memories. It is hard to explain my emotions, but most of the time I get choked up seeing my boys' lives passing so quickly one full bin of clothes at a time. But it also brings feelings of anticipation, as I wonder what their lives will be like, what memories we have yet to make.
I never thought of myself as a "kid person". Besides my own nieces and nephews, I hated babysitting of any kind, wasn't a huge fan of holding babies, and didn't go out of my way to interact with little kids. But these boys have changed my heart. I am going to hold on to every day while these two are still innocent and young, and savor our time together.
No comments:
Post a Comment