Sunday, November 28, 2010
While we were in Chattanooga at Matt's mom's for Thanksgiving, we got a bunch of things down from the attic and unearthed this decades-old Ghostbusters outfit. Matt's grandmother made it for his younger brother Andy. It came complete with proton pack and ghost trapper thing. It was like a little Christmas for Hank. He wore the coveralls for two days and ate Thanksgiving dinner in them.
In among the attic stuff were some baby clothes of Laura's that I had given Betty to store when we lived in a tiny apartment. Two big bins of things that just seemed too good to get rid of at the time. I sat down to sort through them, and oh, the memories they brought back. I kept very few things in the end: the little smocked corduroy dress she wore on her first birthday, her first bathing suit, a soft little jacket, and maybe a couple more dresses.
There were no bad memories associated with any of it, so I don't know why it should have made me so sad, those old clothes. It made me feel that those times are gone and they won't be back. It isn't like I want another baby, or not really, I just want those babies again.
Back in the summer when my friend Erika was visiting, I gave her a pair of Hank's outgrown sandals to put on her toddler. Then I forgot I had done it. The other week she texted me a picture of her little boy's feet in the sandals, and the message said, "Your heart goes on." I laughed because it was true. I think I must have said something like, "If you can use these, my heart will go on," and she knew what I meant. Isn't that what we're feeling when we give away a child's hand-me-downs? If you can see another baby wearing your baby's old clothes, then somehow that past isn't as past.
Here are a few more goofy pics from our Thanksgiving Day. At dinner I spoke to Hank and Laura and asked them if they would consider staying 4 and 9. Hank was willing, but Laura said no. So unobliging.
Hank was busy cutting his roll with his butter knife, and he asked, "When you cut something with a knife, does the sharpness stay in the food?" I thought that was such a strange question. It is kind of blowing my mind. I might not have captured exactly how he worded it, but we knew what he meant. We reassured him that it was safe to eat his bread.
I hope you all had a nice holiday, if you had one. Other non-US Anglophone friends, I hope you had a nice Thursday! xoxo-B