The First Time and the Last Time

I spent some time this weekend going through our daughter’s clothes. Both girls have outgrown most of the clothes that hung in their closets and I was growing tired of playing “Let’s See If This Fits.”

I can’t believe that at four months old, our youngest daughter has already outgrown two boxes of clothes.

I realized as I went through both girl’s closets that I was filled with different emotions. When I worked in Little Bird’s room, I was happy. I celebrated her growing older and thought about all of the things she has accomplished since the last time I went through her clothes. I packed up her old clothes knowing that I will get the chance to see them again in a couple of years when Baby Bird grows in to them.

It felt like Christmas when I got to open Little Bird’s box of new clothes that used to be too big for her. Clothes that I bought on sale, clothes that were gifts from family or just clothes that I saw and had to have. I remembered back to when I first bought them and I just couldn’t imagine my little girl ever growing so big, but it has happened and it is exciting.

Then I went to work in Baby Bird’s room and I noticed myself change. I was a little less happy. I almost want to say ‘sad’ but that is not the right word. Maybe ‘deflated’. I pulled out Little Bird’s hand-me-downs and it was fun to see them again, but then I began packing up all of he 0-3 month sizes that Baby Bird outgrew and I realized that the next time I would see them would be to go through them one last time. To sort out what I was keeping to pass down to both daughter’s when they grew up and what we would be either putting in a garage sale or donating.

I came across a couple of clothes that I just loved that Baby Bird never got the chance to even wear because she is growing so fast.

Now I know that a growing baby is a healthy baby and believe me, I know how blessed we are, but there was something in that moment of packing away those clothes that made me realize that this was now officially the end of a chapter. I won’t be opening that box for a third because we have decided not to have any more, and we don’t want any more. We have our family and we are happy with it.

It is funny, with our first daughter I kept saying that I loved ‘the moment’ with her, and I still do. I don’t want to keep her young and I don’t want her to grow up too fast. I am happy with her at the stage that she is supposed to be at and when it is time to move to another stage, I am fine with that.

I still enjoy Baby Bird’s accomplishments and when she is ready for a new stage, I am excited for her, but there is a little place in my heart that holds some sadness and I feel like I am saying goodbye to my little girls when the milestones are met for the second and last time.

Sheri Landry
Sheri publishes, and writes at This Bird’s Day where she shares all of the thoughts in her head without the voices. Sticking mainly with content for Canadians, Sheri shares family stories, product information and anything that fits into her (and her family’s) daily activities.
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