We've marked another rite of passage. Retired another old ballplayer. I was winterizing the backyard last month, putting our patio furniture in the garage for storage. I try my best to keep the garage neat over the winter even though I jam a bunch of stuff in there. I may not be good at fixing things, but I do organization well. Even if I'm organizing tools that I do not know how to use.
|Summer neatly stacked away.|
The Peanut uses these things rarely, if ever, when it's cold outside. I was running out of room. And I called My Director to come in from the kitchen. (What she was doing in there, I have no idea since as you know she is NOT the cook in the house. She was probably stacking the dishwasher incorrectly. Bless her heart.)
I couldn't believe what I was about to say. But I said it nonetheless, "I think it's time to put the stroller in the attic."
Silence. Then a sigh and, "I guess you're right." (Let the record state that My Director said I was right.)
In that moment, we admitted to ourselves and each other that we don't have a baby anymore. She can walk. When she's tired, or clingy, she's carried. But the stroller, once a cornerstone of our existence, has become obsolete. A device once so crucial to our lives as parents, especially considering we lived in a city for the first 15 months of the Peanut's life, was now useless. Taking up space and collecting dust.
This reminded me of the moment a few months earlier when my wife finally took down the Peanut's potty training sticker chart. I called that chart a relic from our not-so-distant past. But the stroller is no relic. It's a monument.
I remember my solo Mondays with the baby Peanut. Back then, my days off were Sunday and Monday. After breakfast we'd load up the diaper bag, put the leash on Luna, and go out on the town. Bagel store, park, food shopping, dry cleaning. We were errand buddies. The three of us. Whenever we'd go inside, Luna would stow away quiety underneath:
|Chunky Baby Peanut, with Luna underneath|
|Flowers in the attic.|
Still, it's amazing how for a time in your life certain things are so important, and so needed. And then in a blink, they're in the attic. With the crib, the car seat, and the baby swing.
I just hope the Peanut doesn't retire me to the attic anytime soon.
Click here to read about the sticker chart I mentioned above.