It’s funny to me how life is so cyclical.
I finally got around to packing away all of my maternity clothes, and taking my old clothes out of boxes. It was a job I had been putting off for a while because it was daunting to think of trying on all of my old clothes and seeing what fit and what didn’t. But, finally, I got to it and as I re-folded my pre pregnancy clothes and stacked them in piles on the bed, I thought about all of the different parts of me attached to these garments. The running tights that haven’t been worn in... too long. The T-shirt I bought at a concert shortly before getting pregnant. Another pair of jeans that will go in the “not yet” pile. The tank I wore to my last yoga class before my doctor restricted my activity. All of these pieces of me. Then as I folded the maternity clothes and boxed them up, I really started reflecting. I thought about how hard pregnancy was. How some days just moving my whale of a body from bed to the couch was about all I had energy for. I folded up the dress I wore on a date night, when I put in the effort to curl my hair and wear shoes that barely fit my swollen feet, and I put it in a pile. I folded the dress I wore to my baby shower. The pants I bought at the beginning of my pregnancy that are too big now. Yes! The black velour sweatpants that were handed down to me from a friend, who was handed them down from a friend. (These were a piece of all of us.) The dress pants I wore every single day to work at the end because... well, they fit. At that point that was my criteria for wearing something. I reminisced and laughed and cried a little, all just cycling through clothes. My next job will be packing away all of the clothes that the baby has outgrown.
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franmcveigh
3/20/2018 08:23:49 pm
Great post! This . . . "I thought about all of the different parts of me attached to these garments." such a great line! :-)
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Dana Murphy
3/21/2018 12:27:25 pm
Oh my gosh, Melody, I wrote a blog so similar to this one a long time ago about crib sheets. Same thing, I was folding them up, packing them away and realized they were almost symbolic in a way.
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Noora
3/22/2018 07:34:11 pm
What a great blog Melody. There is so much truth so this. Any mom can relate to this. You will wear your old clothes and you will get to make new amazing memories with them. Your little one will be in your arms in your "old" clothes. You will get them dirty from his spit up, they may get wrinkly because you yourself fell asleep in them because you didn't have the energy to change YOUR clothes. Thank you for sharing!
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