I was cleaning up the kitchen a few minutes ago, and between the dryer and the wall I found an old toy mop that I bought for Lex when he was two. It was broken and the sponge part was all mashed down — it certainly wasn’t usable anymore.
I took it outside and threw it in the garbage and it made me so sad. I need to learn to not get so attached to every little toy and piece of clothing that the kids leave behind as they grow, but I really struggle with it. Now he’s nearly ten, and on the weekends he’s over at friends houses every chance he gets. I love him as much as ever, but I miss the days when he was just a little guy who wanted to be like me and be with me. I miss him helping me mop the kitchen. I miss his little baby fat toddler hands.