Jordi is leanring to drive, MY BABY is learning to drive. My precious little bundle of blondeness, the very chap who crawled into my bed every morning (any after 1am counts as morning in this instance) the smilie, chatty, inquisative Thomas The Tank Engine obsessive is now king of the road with L plates. I’m a very selective hoarder, I use the term selective as I’m very particular in what I keep and don’t keep, a process which has been fine-tuned over the last couple of years while I embarked on a massive decluttering process. Gone are the days of keeping things ‘just in case’ I operate a strict system of if it’s not been used over the last 2 years it’s out ( not counting the 20 something GU glass pots I have, they can stay, I think I’ll need therapy before I let those beauties go.) The only exception being my children’s drawings and precious items from their early days. I simply can’t bear to part with anything which reminds me of those early days, from preschool drawings, school writing books, baby blankets, birthday cards and the odd toy or teddy which I know, one day, will be just the thing to stir their childhood memories.
The only issue I face is where or how to store them? For years the eaves in my attic bedroom have been the holding place but it’s not without trust issues so I’ve moved most of them to my bedroom, or under my bed to be precise. Each of my boys have a blanket from their baby days which I’m keeping them for when they have children of their own. I remember wrapping them up safe in these precious items, holding them, tucking them into their cots and taking them out in their prams with photos of each to boot. Of all the memories I have of my babies in those early days, you can guarantee those blankets are the triggers.
I redecorated my bedroom last year, replacing the super king bed which dominated the room with an ottoman bed giving me a whole bed sized worth of storage in the process. So now those precious blankets, along with a whole heap of photographs (from back in the day when we actually got photos printed and didn’t just store them on our phones!) drawings, books and memorabilia which I hold so dear, all sit there under my mattress, like a princess and the pea under my mattress, being kept safe. I can get to them whenever I’m in need of a little reminder of days gone by, and add any new items which are too important to throw away.
Right next to the clean linen and Christmas presents (eek, hope the kid’s didn’t read that bit) like a mother hen, sitting on her nesting eggs!
This post is in collaboration with Bed Guru