Today, on September 1st, 2017 I sold my eldest son’s (who is only two and half years old) crib. In the moment of selling, I just wanted it gone but then I looked into my boys room and felt like something big was missing. The crib. The crib that was a big part of our lives. When I got married, my husband and I lived in a room in my mothers house. That room was small with a roof for a ceiling; its walls were at a slant taking away so much head space. When I found I out I was pregnant, I tried to figure out a way three people could live in that room comfortably until it was time for us to move out. I came across this crib. A $400 crib that changes as my child grows. It was a chestnut brown color and attached to it was a changing table that had 3 drawers in front and 3 shelves in the back. It was really nice but also really practical. All of my sons clothes went into those 3 drawers and all the soap, diapers, wipes and bottles went onto those 3 shelves. In that room all we had was this crib, our full size bed, a 6 drawer dresser and our tv on a stand. It sounds like it was big but we had very limited floor space but this was our life for almost a whole year. Living in that room with our baby had its moments where it was difficult, but then their was those moments where I could go to him fast enough when he cried, where I could watch him breathing and make sure the blanket wasnt on his face and know that I could protect him. After my husband left for bootcamp, it was just me and my son. Our bond was so strong because of this crib that allowed us to stay in this room together.
When we moved to California, it took about a month or more to get our things, I remember my husband building the crib in our sons new room and we knew it was time to get him to sleep in his crib. We went through so many phases of separation anxiety and even though his room was just down the hall, I missed him so much but then something happened. Before we knew it he figured out how to climb out of his crib. That was when we recognized that his season has a BABY was over. It was time to convert the crib to a toddler bed and so we did. So for the last 8 or so months, he’s been in the converted toddler bed. It’s still the same crib though. My husband and I know that his orders will soon be changing and we wont be here much longer, and we decided when it was time to move we didnt want to take both cribs with us so I put up an ad to sell it, and we bought him an actual CARS 3 toddler bed. We are so excited to for this new phase in his life. The terrible two’s stage (haha) because he’s growing. After the buyers left, my heart sank because of what I learned today.
The same way that certain people are meant to be in your life for a season, is the same way that THINGS are only meant to be in your life for season. While it’s an emotional experience and truly bittersweet, it was important that I let go. I let go because my growing child let go. I want to make sure I dont hold him back or make him feel like hes still a baby (even though he will always be in my eyes).
Even if you do not have children and cribs in your home, you still have things. Things that so many of us are afraid to let go. We have to realize when the season is over, so that we can give ourselves the space we need to grow as people. We sold my babys crib today! but we also are done with a season.