“Mommy, can I throw these away?”
“Why, don’t you play with them?”
“No. I don’t play with them anymore.
“Are you sure?”
“All of them?”
“Well, maybe I’ll hold onto one or two of them.”
My heart sank as she began to throw away her Barbie dolls. They had been collected and played with for the last 10 years. They showed the wear and tear of all those years; the frazzled hair, the mixed-up outfits, the missing shoes were all evidence of a girl loving her dolls. I fought back the urge(and some tears) to take them out of the trash and put them back in their baskets and on the shelves. Was I trying to hold on to the memories of a little girl, was I not realizing that she is becoming a pre-teen(just writing this hurts), or was I having a Toy Story 3 moment wondering what the toys were thinking about being put in a trash bag?
I was forced to face the reality that she is growing up and her room is beginning to reflect that change. I always thought I would deal with that reality better than my husband, but I learned that I am not as ready as I thought to watch my youngest, and only girl, grow up. Ouch!