every time i have to go through quinns clothes and get rid of the ones that are too small it makes me sad and happy. i remember days when he wore this or that.... the pajama top the neighbor gave me when he was 6 months old...it was huge...and now..its too small.... he wore it a lot ... his mickey mouse shirts....his winnie the pooh...they have gone to the side in favor of super heroes....his big boy undies that are now way too small.... his socks that i bought at a garage sale.... there were so many of them i didnt need socks for a long time..now...they are all too small...
i pick each item up and smell it and hold it close and remember the things he did when he wore them....
i tell quinn...mama misses her baby...but...im very glad you are becoming a big boy...and...it makes me cry. i know that he will never be this little again. i know that i will miss the little boy voice, the mispronunciation of his words.... the potty chair, the high chair,
and i think with anticipation and fear of the things he will learn, the boy he will become and the man he will be, ....
i hope that he will always flash that great smile with twinkling eyes in his special way just for mama...
he is our future and i pray that i am doing a good job teaching him to love God, people and the earth and all the living things here. To respect himself and, in turn, he will respect others.
i hope that he will live his life with joy and happiness and security.

i get all of this just from sorting my sons clothes as he grows..... :)