Over the past weekend I pulled down the monster sized bin of newborn clothing from the attic. I wanted my sister to go through it and take what she needs for Abby. Her due date is approaching fast (woohoo!) I picked out the pieces one at a time and held them up. No, I did not wheep into each piece of infant sized clothing with thoughts of my baby being grown. I did hold them up and say,
wow I can't believe she was that small. I called Anya in the room to show her how small she was. She smiled and said,
yeah! ;) I dug through and made two piles.. clothing to give Jill and another pile of summer dresses that she will not need for a fall baby. As I reached the end of the bin
(holy crap I had a TON of clothes for that small amount of 3 months), I saw it. It was pink and little and I brought my baby home from the hospital in it.
I found Anya's going home outfit. A lump formed in my throat. It brought so many memories back. Yes, I did shed a tear or two. Yes, I even smelled it. The wave of emotion didn't come because she is grown up and I will never get that little newborn Anya back. I felt it because we have come so far. I remember when we took her home and that feeling of uneasiness and apprehension of the days ahead. I felt so much love and I knew we would make it but I didn't know what to expect. When you first become a mom you know you can do it, you probably know you will be good at it, but you don't really know the type of mom you will be yet. It's nice to know the type of mom I am... and it's even better to like who I see. Our family of 3 has evolved into something very special and I cherish every moment. Even the scariest moments of raising her have been the best. I would take each of those heart pounding moments over any other time in my life.
You have always been the best part, Anya, and I will hold the memories I have with you and never let them go.
The outfit...
Now she is such a little spitfire. She doesn't stop moving. all. day. She will pick dinosaurs and trains over princesses in any situation. She makes funny faces and sings songs. Her specialties are
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and
the Alphabet Song. This age rules and I am loving it. So, I will not yearn for her to be a newborn again, yet I will love the emotions a memory can bring.
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