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The Saddest Chore! Packing Away Baby Clothes

Henry is my last baby, and he just doesn’t have time for me these days. He’s too busy for naps or bottles or cuddles. He wants to be on the move.

For his first trick, he climbs onto Brother’s computer chair and plays with the keyboard. Then he heads over to Sissy’s room, jumps on her bed and dives face forward into her pillows.

He isn’t a baby anymore. He’s a toddler version of Evel Knievel with chubby cheeks and a pacifier in his mouth.

The thing that tugs at my heart is how quickly he’s growing! You can always see it in his legs. On one of those random 70 degree February days, I put Henry in shorts and sneakers to go play outside and there they were: real calf muscles.

When they grow, everything grows. Henry’s gone through clothes so much faster than Abby did. He’s my last little one who will ever wear month-sized clothing, and he’s breaking my heart in his final 18-24 months. Some of his 2T hand-me-downs even fit!

That’s it, time. You can freeze right now.

Last summer, when the kids and I downsized into a townhouse from our two-story home, I donated over half of our stuff: furniture, toys, clothes and kitchen appliances. You name it, it had to go. It just wouldn’t fit where we were going.

I think I could give away my whole house before I could give away baby clothes. Mommas, what is it about baby clothes? Packing away all those memories was by far the hardest. Jackson’s black Converse shoes he wore the night he was diagnosed with cancer. My favorite “Baby Abby” outfits she wore when she made it home from the NICU. I couldn’t part with any of them!

(Side note: Preemie clothes make for perfect doll outfits!)

Most of the kids’ clothes ended up at my sister’s house, packed away in her attic. I just couldn’t.

Couldn’t do it. Didn’t want to.

Today, looking at Henry’s closet full of 6, 9, and 12 months clothing items that no longer fit, I know it’s that time again to finally fold away his tiny little sleepers and onesies. And I guess I could just power through the emotions and pass them along … but I’m pretty sure my sister has room in her garage, too.

About Jessica Woolwine

About Jessica   Woolwine Jessica Woolwine is a native of Hampton Roads and lives in Hampton with her three “miracles” Jackson (9), Abby (5) and Henry (1). As a mother to a childhood cancer survivor and a micro-preemie, she began the blog Mothering Miracles in 2014 to support other families dealing with health issues. Jessica also works as Creative Director for Rubin Communications Group and enjoys mixing her talents for graphic design and creative writing with community relations. She is a past member of both the CHKD Family Advisory Council and the CHKD NICU Family Advisory Council.