We did not put in away neatly into the attic. We did not move it into another room to use it again at a later date. What we did do was put it outside to take it to the dump. To discard it and NEVER use it again.
Should I celebrate this little milestone? Part of me is overjoyed that we never have to use that thing again. Actually, I would say a good 75% of me feels that way. Totally relieved and excited.
WOOHOO!!! No more crib!
That little 25% of me is crushed. That part of me is sad. So sad that I will never use that crib again.
Here. Get a tissue and watch this. This is how I am feeling.
I'll get over it. I know that by tomorrow the crib will be far from my memory. Tomorrow when the kids are fighting and calling me every two minutes and 20 seconds for a snack. Tomorrow when the kids are whining. Tomorrow when I am changing a diaper. Tomorrow, I will be thankful that we don't need a crib ever again.
Times they are a'changin'. You can say that again. Okay. Times they are a'changin'.
We don't have a crib in this house anymore. We don't use bottles or baby food in this house anymore. Only 1 out of 3 kids still wears a diaper. Only 1 out of 3 kids even takes a nap these days (yes, that is something to REALLY cry about).
Wow. How did that happen so quickly?
I am sure that is something that I will ask myself quite often in the years to come. God willing.