Letting Go and Moving On
Grayson took his first bath (well, really it’s a shower) in his new chair tonight. Poor thing was totally confused. I think he liked how the water felt coming from the sprayer, but he kept looking at me with a lot of uncertainty and fussed a little. And I really need to figure out the straps- they weren’t adjusted correctly so I didn’t use them and just watched/hovered over him very closely. I know I’ve talked about and anticipated this chair a lot, but I just can’t tell you how thankful I am for all of Grayson’s “special needs” equipment.
Although I am so happy about this new-and-improved bathing experience, and Grayson actually being in a seat that actually fits, I felt a little sad and nostalgic looking at his little, smelly with mildew infant tub sitting on the counter. I just can’t throw it out just yet. After all, I bathed my little dude in it every night for almost 23 months. I remember how it cradled teensy-tiny newborn Grayson at 5 days old…oh, my heart.
And not to make baby-bathing into a cheesy life metaphor, but I think sometimes this is the way I hold on to things in my life- things, habits, or people that no longer fit, that may even be stinking up my life. And yet, I hold on to them because they are familiar and because change is hard, and uncertain.
But we change, and we grow, and we must make adjustments to fit that growth. And usually those changes lead to great things that will someday become certain, and familiar, and that just fit.