The Orange Hat
I’ve never been an overly emotional person. Sure I always cry at the end of Steel Magnolias (what? shut up, it’s a good chick flick) and I turn the channel when the Humane Society commercial come on because I can’t bear to see the sad dogs.
Since I’ve had the boys, I’ve become more sentimental, but I’m still not the type to cry or even sniffle as I pack away the clothes that they boys outgrow. For almost three years, I’ve packed away favorite outfits without so much as a second thought. Sure with Jack I always knew that there was the possibility that another child would be wearing his clothes. But even with Xander, I haven’t had any problem packing things away. I’ve given everything that is gender neutral to my sister and everything else has gone to Goodwill.
Then yesterday it happened. I went to put the Orange Hat on Xander. It didn’t fit. It wasn’t surprising. It’s a 3 to 9 month hat. I was ok when I realized it. And I’m ok as I sit here and type this. But I can’t bring myself to take that hat upstairs and put it in the Goodwill box. The thought of it nearly brings me to tears. The Orange Hat was my all time favorite hat. Maybe it’s because I’m coming closer to admitting that we won’t be having any more children. But mostly I think it’s just because the boys were so stinkin’ cute in that hat.
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