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Be like Daniel Gyro Gearloose for once: When children become inventive
by Michael Restin
If you have kids, you’re probably familiar with those piles of outgrown clothes that seem to grow back right after you’ve found a new home for them. My advice? Take a breather, reminisce, cry – and then let go.
It was one of those rare occasions when I had a Saturday to myself. A perfect opportunity to finally clear out those bags of clothes my kids have outgrown. I’d been tripping over them in the hall for weeks.
And so I started inspecting the items one by one, unfolding each piece of clothing and sorting them by size and condition before making little piles of tiny T-shirts, trousers and jumpers.
I sent my sister a photo of the piles of clothes and asked if I could save them for her baby. It would be so much easier to let go of these clothes in the knowledge that they’d soon be worn by another child I love. I sent my mother a message to tell her that I finally understood why she was so sentimental about us growing up. My sister replied, telling me she’d be happy to take the clothes I’ve cleared out. That’s great to hear.
Until then, it’s off to the vacuum storage bag with those cute little children’s clothes. I wiped away my tears and felt decluttered – both on the outside and the inside. I was glad that those bags had gone. But I also felt less messy on the inside. I resolved to spend a lot more time reminiscing and crying uncontrollably. Then the doorbell rang, followed by a loud and lively, «Hey mum, we’re back!»
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Show allHow one of my kids loved wearing that one top on the beach at Lake Maggiore. And how cute did my other boy look toddling around the apartment, wearing the sweater with the dog on it? Oh, there were those jeans and suspenders their great-grandmother gave them and the jacket their uncle brought back from America. Aw, remember how they picked the first blueberries of the season and couldn’t stop eating them in those red and blue striped shirts? I got all teary-eyed. My gosh, it seems like only yesterday that my boys were still so tiny.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy every little step my little ones are taking towards becoming more independent. It’s a joy to watch them grow, thrive and discover the world. I’m also enjoying the increasing pockets of freedom inching their way into my daily routine. These days, I can usually shower again without interruption, read for a bit, do some yoga or even go horse riding from time to time. Not to mention the nights that have become much more relaxed.
And still I found myself sitting on the floor between the small piles of clothes, tears running down my face and turning into fully blown sobbing over all the condensed memories. The pyjamas reminded me of the way they’d fall blissfully asleep on my shoulder. The soft trousers made me think of them running towards me, laughing as they take their first steps. It struck me that those baby and toddler years would be over eventually and never come back. That the children would continue to get older. In that moment, the house felt really quiet without them.