Today I finally sorted through all of Noah's 0-9 month old clothes and took them to a consignment shop.
I'm not at all a sentimental person and I NEVER cry.
But going through all his little onesies and newborn footies, I came as close to crying as my cold robot heart would allow. I had no idea it would hurt so much.
Saying goodbye to your little baby forever. That might just well be the hardest thing about parenting. Motherhood is like the ultimate exercise in ambivalence--I SO SO SO want Noah to grow up and develop and blossom AND I SO SO SO want him to stop growing and always stay the same.
Even as I cuddle his chub and inhale deep whiffs of his sweet fatness, I'm mourning that he'll never be this small, this cute, this baby-ish ever again.
It *almost* made me want to have another baby.