Putting away childish things. On Craigslist.
A couple of weeks ago Mr. Bunny texted me during nap time. Bunlet had just learned how to escape from his crib. There hadn’t been any warning signs so it was a surprise.* Mr Bunny asked Bun Bun (the babies share a room, so she was a witness to it all), How is Bunlet getting out of his crib?
Pretty well, she replied.
That night we took the crib down and put it on the Giant Pile of Baby Stuff that lives in the basement. The following day I craigslisted it all. Giant Pile of Free Baby Stuff, my ad said (with details about the items, of course). The catch was that anyone who wanted any of it had to take it all. I also specified that I’d give priority to people who needed it for a baby as opposed to those who just wanted to sell my fancy ass crib for a quick buck. Within half an hour I had a set of pretty depressing stories to choose from. Do I give it to the woman who is adopting her sister’s baby despite having two kids under 3 already, or the woman who used the words “desperate need”, I asked Mr. Bunny. Anyway, the following evening we loaded it all into some stranger’s car, and POOF, it was gone.
It was hardest to let the fancy ass crib go. I remember choosing it so carefully. I think for me it was a bit of a symbol… And I trusted it to keep my babies alive when they were asleep. And I remember the sense of anticipation during those winter days when it was almost the only thing in the room…
And then it was reduced to this.
It’s fine. It’s good, even. But a little sad.
I had a little fantasy wherein the new owner sent me a picture when the baby was born. And then laughed at myself. But picturing a happy child in it did ease the sadness.
*Though I was planning to try the floor bed again once toilet training had stabilized, which it has.