I cried and cried after I donated my boppy to the thrift store. Who would have thought the boppy would be such an emotional trigger?
It was with me every feeding, from bringing that baby home, all those middle of the night feedings, and sweet night time cuddles while watching a show.
I would get so irritated if one of the children was caught playing with it. Or even once when a guest accidentally leaned on it on the couch! I would think, "That's for the baby! It's where the baby eats!"
It was always there with me. From when we drove away from Sacramento with our first at only three months old. To Virginia and then to Washington - babies 2, 3, and 4. It signified this mothering babies journey.
And to let it go is a closing of a chapter. A reminder of all where God has taken us. And how far we have come. What a beautiful life. I am so grateful.
Who knew the boppy held so much weight for me? For some it's the crib or beloved toy. Either way, I have been waiting to downsize some of this baby gear. But it definitely is a bittersweet journey.
Those babies days are hard. But perhaps that is also why it makes it so sentimental. Me and each of those babies went through so much in finding our way together. How lucky I am to be on the other side and see how special every single one of those days were.
A trip down memory lane...
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