The parting of the ways

Would you believe that I haven't purchased a single Christmas present? I stayed up late last night, remembering all the things the kids were wishing for. I spent some time online looking for these goods, and then reviewing them here, a place I have frequented for years before making some purchases. Mikaela wants a guitar. A pink guitar. And she wants it badly. She doesn't just want a guitar to bang on. She is begging for lessons. After reading many reviews, I'd found the guitar. But it was twice the amount we had budgeted and with so many others to buy for, I knew I'd have to make up the difference. So today I headed up into the barn, and pulled out the container of baby clothes. The clothing worn by our, last born child. I knew just the kind of clothing pieces I'd wanted for her, and I tediously looked for them over a period of several months. Attached to each of these little items worn by Chloe is a memory. I remember the times she wore those particular pieces that I'd purchased, and the people, places, and feelings associated with the memory. Today I realize that these experiences and feelings are not so much contained to the clothing, as they are to my memory, and I will always have the photos to remind me of that. It's all just another one of those things that nobody ever tells you about motherhood, and the last child syndrome. Anyway, I'm parting ways with the tiny garments... cashing them in for that pink guitar! Shhhhh... it's a gift from Santa!

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[Amy Jones]

My friends daughter wants a pink guitar also! Toys R us has one, $29.99 with a lifetime warranty!