Part of the decision to not have anymore children has meant I’ve been thinking about going through our baby things, sorting, and giving away what I don’t want anymore.
I thought this would be an easy process.
I had no idea that mothers had been hiding secrets and the process is the devils work and mothers were lying out of their lying mouths and not telling how hard this would be.
My heart breaks into a million pieces every time I think about selling the crib my daughter slept in, or parting with the nursing pillow, or giving away the swing she pooped in every time we placed her in it (okay maybe no one will want that).
I have a memory attached to every item and have a little cry each time I touch an object I pull out.
Is this normal?
Don’t answer that.
I want to get rid of the clutter and begin to purge but my heart is screaming at me, yanking at my emotions, giving me panic attacks, causing me to wallow in my own self pity.
I didn’t expect this.
Is this another part of parenthood no one prepares you for?
Can I get a what, what?
All the mothers in the house… what was your experience when you started to purge your baby stuff? Did you feel footloose and fancy free or were you traumatized?
Help a sister out.