Suddenly Sentimental

I have never been a sentimental person.  I have a habit of shoving things in drawers and then when the drawers get too full, I dump them all out and throw them away.  I have never really worried about what was in the drawers, it has always just been easier to throw it all away.  I am sure there is some metaphor here in how my handling of things in drawers mirrors the way I have often dealt with my own emotions, but that is a topic for another post.

The point it, I have developed a sense of sentimentality.

The other day I was going through boxes of clothes that Millie has outgrown in order to pass them along to my best friend who is now days away from having a baby girl of her own.  There were a lot of clothes.  Apparently, Millie has four times the amount of clothes after five months of being alive than either of her mommies will ever own.  Anyway, I was going through each box and deciding what to pass along and what was better off just being sold at the garage sale Carla and I will soon be participating in. And amidst the many many onesies and pants, I came across the outfit that Millie wore when we brought her home.

And I just couldn't let it go.

For the first time in my life, I really knew and understood what it meant to be connected to an object in such a strong way that the thought of getting rid of it was just too much.  This tiny tiny outfit with silly dogs wearing skirts on the onesie felt like the most important thing at that moment and there was just no way I could give it away.

When Carla came home from work that night, I told her what I had saved from the many boxes of clothes and she was truly surprised that I had felt sentimental about the outfit.  She said that she had thought about saving it, but figured I would say we should give it away.  I was surprised myself.  I know people always say that having a baby changes you, I just never really believed it before. And now I see it, I really see it.  This little one is changing me and I am more than okay with that.

And in honor of sentimentality, I will end with a picture of Millie on the day we brought her home, in the outfit that brought about this whole thing,  and one from today where she is attempting to feed herself.

The day we brought her home.

Don't worry, Mommy, I can do this on my own.