Here’s a little routine I’ve developed: as I fold the laundry (which is basically every. single. day.), I keep a small pile off to side where I put Lily and Jackson’s clothes that they have grown out of.
It’s continuous, the pile. It just lives on the corner of the dryer. Every couple weeks, when the pile gets big enough, I take them down to the storage room in the basement and put them in the big cardboard box with all the other donation stuff.
That’s the theory anyway. Kids grow out of clothes, then you donate them.
But the thing is, I don’t always. Not right away anyway.
For example, this week, sitting on the top of our dryer were the following items:
4 pairs of footie pajamas that Lily has grown out of.
1 pair of size 12-month courduroy pants that are now too short for Jackson’s long legs.
1 little grey wool cardigan with woven leather knot buttons size 6-months.
Earlier today, I brought the clothes down to the basement, but I could not let go of the cardigan. Instead, I opened the big bag of Jackson’s clothes that I’ve been hoarding: the Goodnight Moon onesie, the Give Peas a Chance tee shirt, a fuzzy white pajama suit with baby blue stripes. He will never be able to wear these clothes again. We will not have any other children to pass them down to. There is no reason to keep these clothes.
For a moment, I consider putting the whole bag in the donation box, but I can’t do it. Not yet anyway.
So I add the little grey cardigan with the woven leather buttons to the growing collection.