Closet clean out

This morning it was time to switch all of Emelia’s clothes from 0-3 month to 3-6 months.

When I moved her from newborn to 0-3 months I was still feeling very disconnected from everything. I knew I was passing the clothes on to very good friends of ours so I was happy to start packing it up for them. Today was a lot different.

Disconnected I am not. Huge feelings I now have.

Let me give you some back story to these clothes and why this is going to be extremely hard for me every time I switch her to a new size.

I am the youngest of three. My sister is 6 years older than me and has an 8 year old girl and a 5 year old girl. She is done having kids. My brother is 4 years older than me and has a 5 year old boy. He is done having kids. We have one frozen embryo left and it is a boy. I am not capable of having kids without IVF so we can 100% say Emelia is the last little girl to be born to this generation in our family.

Our journey to having kids was a long and terrible one. Every year that passed brought more doubt to if we would ever get to have kids of our own. But for 4 years, my sister hung on to all the clothes, toys, and baby equipment. They filled her basement to the brim. Bins upon bins of clothing. All the way from newborn to 4t that she wouldn’t be using ever again. Swings, bouncy seats, toys galore. Shoes, coats, hats and gloves. She saved it all. Never once did she say, it’s been awhile maybe I should get rid of all this stuff now. Never once did she have any doubt that one day I would need all of these things.

And need them I did.

She was my hope. Those clothes in her basement proof that she hadn’t given up on my family, even though some days I felt like giving up myself.

I’ve said thank you 100 times for the money she saved us but I don’t know if she knows just how much it means to me that she hung on to all these thing for me. So…thank you Stephanie, for never giving up on me and always being there for me. You gave me hope when I had run out of my own.

Four little girls these clothes have gone through. Four different set of memories each piece of clothing holds. I may have hung on to a shirt or two…or five that I just couldn’t part with.

I am so excited I get to pass these clothes on to our friends instead of gifting them to a stranger. That definitely helps. I hope they continue being passed on to someone else, you know the ones that aren’t stain covered or extremely worn. Don’t worry Kate, you can get rid of the ones that are too faded or stained. Or just not your style. I won’t be offended! I’m just glad these clothes have at least one more stop to make and one more family to help!