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It all started with the garage sale. After my mom passed away, my dad started bringing mountains of stuff to our house. Our garage was so full, we couldn’t walk into it. So, we had a garage sale. A friend of ours, the mother of two girls, asked if she could bring some stuff and try to sell it. Of course, we said yes. Most of what she had was clothes. Adorable, teeny tiny girl clothes. I bought $20 worth. (Although, she wouldn’t actually let me pay her.) Because the point of the garage sale was to get stuff out of our garage, I hung the dozen or so outfits in the guest room/office closet.
Then, another friend was cleaning out her garage. She had 6 years worth of girl clothes, from The Children’s Place and Gymboree. She even had an infant Minnie Mouse costume. She also wouldn’t let me pay her, and just gave it to me. Three huge bags were sorted and hung in the closet.
At Jack’s birthday party, my good friend Annemarie, the mother of two girls, brought two bags of clothes. Some of the items were unisex clothes I had given her from Jack, so she was just returning them. Some of the items were completely new to me. They were sorted, and hung in the closet.
Because we do not have Hermione Granger to perform an Undetectable Expansion Charm, our closet no longer closes. I sit in the office and stare at a closet full of adorable, tiny, mostly pink clothes.
And I wonder when we’ll have a baby home to wear them.
Jack wants his baby sister right now. Although I warn him that it make take up to two years, I want his baby sister right now too. I’m worried about the costs, finding the right agency, what happens if expectant parents change their minds. I’m worried about being a mom to two kids. But I’m ready to start living that. I spend a lot of time planning, and one of my favorite quotes is “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans”. So much to do, so much to fret over. So little control over it all. We’re starting again, and that means waiting. And that reminds me of another favorite quote. To paraphrase Homer Simpson, “The waiting game sucks. Let’s play Hungry Hungry Hippos”.
Photo Credit: Robyn C. 2010. All rights reserved.
