I'm writing this in two parts. Before and After. A way
to see what I expect and reality of what happens.
Today I am closing another chapter in grief.
It's been almost three years since I took
down Lucas and Caleb's room and packed it away.
I remember everything just being thrown in their room before I
came home from the hospital and a black sheet being hung in the doorway as a
wall to block me from seeing it.
I
remember the first time I peeked in there, and I remember so vividly packing
away everything in there.
Each pair of
outfits, each pair of pair of shoes, each pair of hats.
Today I am giving away to a close friend the items I didn't
put in their keep tote.
The big items
that we bought and have stored for three years and the matching outfits for
them.
I have had the intention for the
past three years to sell them one day, then to donate them.
But I never went all the way through
it.
But it is time to let go, and I know these items are meant
for this new growing family.
I have
known for years (wow crazy) that one day someone close to me would be expecting
twin baby boys.
Deep, deep down in my
heart, the feeling was there.
The time
is here, and I am as ready as I can ever be.
To be honest this hurts.
It's not a pain I can label, but the tears are falling.
This is a huge step that I've known I would
one day have to make.
I feel it is a
necessary step in order to continue moving forward on this journey.
I know the items bought for Lucas and Caleb
were bought out of love for those two little boys, and that the two little boys
that will use them will be loved just as much.
I am nervous about conversation with C and L (just realized
the initials of the couple everything is going to).
I have no idea how I will feel, but I am sure they will be
gracious.
They know my heart is tender
right now and that this is hard for me….harder than I anticipated.
But I will let things flow as they will, and
let it all be.
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I've done it! And I feel good. It wasn't too awkward and there were no tears during the
visit. I am glad it's over, and glad
the things that were theirs will now be used instead of collecting dust.
Conversation wasn't forced, and was kept pretty light.
We talked about being pregnant in the summer
and how much hotter it is.
L was really
excited when we were looking through some of the outfits and they both
expressed how grateful they are to be given this stuff.
I feel lighter now.
And I feel happy in a way.
It's
hard to explain, but I really do.
I am
glad I walked through this, and didn’t run away as I was tempted to.
I am glad I let myself feel what I needed
to, and am now able to smile. And I know that I have healed a little more.