{"id":1235,"date":"2011-04-05T11:43:34","date_gmt":"2011-04-05T11:43:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.handsfreemama.com\/?p=1235"},"modified":"2011-04-05T11:51:26","modified_gmt":"2011-04-05T11:51:26","slug":"she-wore-blue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.handsfreemama.com\/2011\/04\/05\/she-wore-blue\/","title":{"rendered":"She Wore Blue"},"content":{"rendered":"
Yesterday I spoke of \u201creminders.\u201d I am talking about the reminders that help us see what is truly important, reminders that reveal what really matters<\/em>.<\/p>\n I need these reminders. They are critical to my journey to live a Hands Free live.<\/p>\n Yet, I have discovered that in the times I am most resistant to the reminders is when I most need to embrace them.<\/p>\n But what about the reminder that comes so suddenly it takes your breath away? What about the reminder that is so powerful it should instead be referred to as a \u201cwake up call?\u201d<\/p>\n What about the kind of reminder that brings you down to your knees?<\/p>\n Those kind of reminders are gifts.<\/p>\n I received one recently.<\/p>\n This is my story\u2026<\/p>\n I have never been much into consigning clothes. I much prefer to give away my daughters\u2019 practically new hand-me-downs to people I know in some way.<\/p>\n I have a strange delight in lovingly packing each item while reminiscing about how my child looked when she wore it or something she said or did in that outfit. Every garment has a story. And I just couldn\u2019t bear the fact that these precious pieces of material embedded with valued memories would go to just somebody somewhere that I did not know.<\/p>\n So each season I would pack up the clothes that did not fit and would send them to someone I knew with a baby girl.\u00a0 Some deliveries required a trip to the post office, some could be dropped off just a few doors down.<\/p>\n When you hand someone a box full of baby clothes that your child wore, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude from the recipient. It is almost like the person knows that part of what you hold dear is still in that box. Perhaps that is why people often send pictures of their baby or grandbaby wearing my daughters\u2019 clothing.\u00a0 Those pictures make my heart happy. To this animal lover, it is like when I know a stray puppy or kitten has found a good home.<\/p>\n But I must confess. I haven\u2019t had the heart to give away all <\/em>the clothing they have outgrown.<\/p>\n Even in the height of my Non-Hands Free years when I wanted to send away every single thing in my home that added more clutter and \u201cstuff\u201d to my overscheduled life, I could not bear to give away certain, special items.\u00a0 So I kept them.<\/p>\n Now here we are. One child is seven-years-old and the other is four-years-old. My collection of \u201ckeepers\u201d has become large.<\/p>\n It was time.<\/p>\n My dear friend was having a consignment sale at her home. The tagging procedure was simple. I could literally walk the items to her home.\u00a0 And I could use the money I earned from the sales to buy the girls\u2019 Easter dresses.<\/p>\n It was time.<\/p>\n So late one night I hung all the \u201cspecial\u201d items, I placed the index card with the price and the size in the proper location on the garment.\u00a0 Things were going well. I was ready to do this. There were no tears. I was OK.<\/p>\n Then I got the last item at the bottom of the pile.<\/p>\n It was this little number.<\/p>\n