The time has finally come to finally part with Miss L’s baby books. Much loved and chewed titles like ‘That’s not my Kitty’, adventures of the Tweenies and Angelina Ballerina were just sitting there taking up space and getting more dusty. It only feels like moments ago I was reading them to a baby in a cot and a toddler on my knee.
But their time has past and she is now onto Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings and Diary of a Wimpy Kid. So tearfully I boxed them up last night (under Miss L’s supervision) into a pile for ‘her future babies’ to be put into the loft; and a pile for one of her little friends and her even littler sister so they can now enjoy them. I’m very proud of my girl for being so generous and choosing books, she especially thought her small friends would enjoy.
Even though I know it was time to put them away, I’ll miss them… it was like the final part of her babyhood being put away. And I found it much, much harder than I thought I would.