Hello and welcome to a strange new world. You have traveled far through the desert, only to be met time and again by one empty oasis after another. You are lost and alone, wandering, wondering if someone, anyone, knows how you feel. And just when you think you can't go on, and no one could possibly understand your struggle, a hand reaches out to you, lifts you to your feet, and carries you to the promised land. He feeds you knowledge, shelters you from the self-righteous (and the ridiculous), and provides you with the tools you need to survive in this brave new world. You are a stranger in a strange land, but you are not alone. Let him be your guide. Follow closely as you travel together on this adventure of a lifetime. For now, you are a foreigner to "Fatherhood" but soon YOU will be the master of this realm.

"No Man is Expendable!"

This is Fodder 4 Fathers...


Now, I’m not a crier, and few would choose to call me sentimental, but there’s something about sorting through old baby clothing that makes even me choke up a little. Call it nostalgia (for something that just happened two years ago) or longing for a simpler time (when all my daughter did was poop and drink from a bottle), but sifting through old baby clothing just makes you, well, sad. 

Sure, I didn’t do the sorting, and maybe I slept through about half of it, but I watched my pregnant wife go through our daughter’s old clothing to pack it away for what appears to be forever (we’re expecting a second child, a boy, and we’re not planning on having any more), and it reminded me of all the good times we had together. 

I mean first there was the fun of buying the clothing. I’m talking of course about all the clothing we (my wife and I) actually purchased on our own, not the horrific hand-me-downs or the 5 dollar reject bin specials that people bought us as gifts (although we did get some really nice stuff too).  There was the 0-3 pink Superman onesie I picked out for my daughter the day we brought her home. There was the Purple tennis dress I got her that my wife showed off to all her friends because she couldn’t believe her husband “actually picked it out… himself.” There were the little booties, and hats, and leggings and sunglasses we purchased that got worn only once, but sure looked great in all the pictures we took.  There were sleepers that got worn repeatedly because we each had our favorites that we liked to dress her in. And there were the “ensembles” that got buried at the bottom of the bottom drawer which still had their tags on because we never got around to using them. 

There was the fun of showing off the clothing as well- taking pictures to send to family and friends each time we came up with a new combination of pants and tops and toe socks. There was the fun of one upping the other (between my wife and I) to see who could come up with the outfit that got the better reviews (I had my fair share of wins). And there were the arguments over when and where the lavender, sparkly Batman shirt with the white sleeves could make an appearance (usually not at my Mother-in-laws house). 

And I guess there’s a fun aspect to packing it all away- knowing that these tiny articles of clothing carry so many great memories even if they’ve out-lived their usefulness (for your child anyway). It’s sad to see them go; to see them packed away in a cardboard box, or a plastic tote, or one of those vacuum bags that were all the rage back in the 90’s. It’s just really sad- sad to realize how much money you wasted clothing a newborn that really would have been happy spending her day in a white onesie and socks and wrapped in a blankie. 

Man, are new parents stupid. 

But baby clothing is really cute. Not that I’m sentimental or anything.

1 comment:

  1. I.cry.every.single.time.... sheesh didn't think I would ever cry over reading about it! Before kids no one ever accused me of being sentimental or overly sensitive/mushy.

    The last time I packed up stuff...some to give away and some to go in her memory chest, but before taking the clothes off the hangers, I took a picture at an angle, I couldn't get over how much she had grown.

    Yep...most every parent gets struck with the stupid stick ~I know, I most certainly did! lol