Yes it's my favourite time once again.
It takes days.
Finding the boxes of baby clothes, unpacking and sorting them, washing the ones we need, giving away the ones we don't and laying away the old ones.
As I unpacked them today with the help of Mair, I reflected that the box of boys clothes had not been opened for 11 years.
They were all in pretty good nick, and most had not dated (there were a few exceptions).
It was very sad, these clothes should have been used 8 years ago, for Joshua, but the boxes were never needed, and never unpacked because he died.
How can such a thing as unpacking baby clothes bring on such strong feelings and such sadness.
The other sadness , when packing them away is, will it be me, or my children that will be using them the next time around? I think, with a very deep 'sigh' , it will, realistically be the latter. Then there are all the happy memories that each pice of clothing represents, the times worn and by which child. I am constantly amazed what little incidents can be remembered by an item of clothing. I love keeping them and reminiscing.
The ones that will not be worn again , yet hold special memories are cut into squares for my patchwork cover. I am still at the collecting stage, and will be for years, and then, when all my children are grown I will make my special cover from all their old clothes, and how special that will be.
I will sit in my rocking chair and bore everyone senseless with my tales evoked from each piece of fabric.
Watch out!
It takes days.
Finding the boxes of baby clothes, unpacking and sorting them, washing the ones we need, giving away the ones we don't and laying away the old ones.
As I unpacked them today with the help of Mair, I reflected that the box of boys clothes had not been opened for 11 years.
They were all in pretty good nick, and most had not dated (there were a few exceptions).
It was very sad, these clothes should have been used 8 years ago, for Joshua, but the boxes were never needed, and never unpacked because he died.
How can such a thing as unpacking baby clothes bring on such strong feelings and such sadness.
The other sadness , when packing them away is, will it be me, or my children that will be using them the next time around? I think, with a very deep 'sigh' , it will, realistically be the latter. Then there are all the happy memories that each pice of clothing represents, the times worn and by which child. I am constantly amazed what little incidents can be remembered by an item of clothing. I love keeping them and reminiscing.
The ones that will not be worn again , yet hold special memories are cut into squares for my patchwork cover. I am still at the collecting stage, and will be for years, and then, when all my children are grown I will make my special cover from all their old clothes, and how special that will be.
I will sit in my rocking chair and bore everyone senseless with my tales evoked from each piece of fabric.
Watch out!
I hear you mate!
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The emotions can be tough at times ... we are unpacking baby clothes for our new little one, but I have shed several tears as well ... knowing that the baby we lost 14 months ago never got to wear these things. So many people around me assume that because we are welcoming a new baby I am not still grieving ... they just can't understand and I suppose I would never wish the reality upon them. But here I am smiling at memories of the older ones and grieving the memories I can not make with the ones already in heaven.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this beautifully honest post.
Hello Our Family,
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry for your loss, but also pleased for the blessing of the new baby in your lives. I know what you mean about people forgetting you are still grieving, I often feel this way too. I write honestly about the way I feel so those who have not gone through this can understand a little more, and those who have can take comfort that we are all there in it together.