You might have noticed that I'm an emotional person. That might be why I get sentimentally attached to inanimate objects. It took me nine months to box up Baby's infant clothes because I was going to miss seeing those little outfits, even if there was no way she could fit them. There are stacks of the kids' homework with cute mistakes or funny observations. Ticket stubs from movies the Man and I went to when we were dating, pictures from my crazy teenager years, broken jewelry, and shirts that are several sizes too small. I keep it all.
Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye.
And sometimes, you really, really want to say goodbye but your son won't let you.
Remember the Boy's security blanket, affectionately called the mee mee? Remember how we mourned the loss when his beloved item went missing a year and a half ago? Remember the rejoicing and jubilation that resulted when the mee mee reappeared? Yeah...
This is what the mee mee looks like now:
It's in scraps. I find little shreds of it all over the house. At this point, I think it's less cotton, more snot and dirt. Now, being sentimental, I've saved a couple fragments for the Boy's memory box (and also to use as fodder for his teenage angst). But seriously...the rest of it has to go. Ewwww.