It's that time of year again.
Time for me to clean out the boys closets.
Thankfully, I don't have to do it as often as I used to... they are growing up! And wearing out clothes faster than they grow out of them. I don't know what they do to the knees in the jeans to wear them out so quickly.
Today I was forced to weed through the out grown clothes, shift clothes from one closet to another and make a pile for charity.
I was forced to do this for two reasons... one, the charity pick up people called and scheduled a pick up for next week. And two, the more important and pressing reason, we're running out of hangers and closet space.
Normally when I do this I look at each little t-shirt or sweater and think about how little the boys were when they wore it. And then I get all choked up and a wee bit sad that they'll never be "little" again.
But this time, as I was packing, I was thinking about how they are growing and wondering what sort of "big kids" they'll be. About future girlfriends, sports and school, what type of music will drive us nuts, puberty (yikes!), learning to drive (double yikes!)....
I've been imagining their futures.
It's like getting blank journal... not knowing what the pages will be filled with. But knowing they will be filled with laughter and tears, good times and not so good. Watching my boys turn into men.
Instead of being sad for the loss of their "babyhood" I'm hopeful and excited about the prospect of their future.
But I'm in no rush to get there!