I had a sort of mission for this summer, to clear out all my 7.5 year old's baby/toddler toys and books. Can't really explain why it suddenly seemed so important but I could feel him growing up and into a new phase. And I had this overwhelming feeling that if I didn't let go of this stuff now, I would have it around forever (like my mum did, she never gave away a single one of my toys even decades after I left home). So I have spent quite a lot of time over weeks going through everything with him, setting aside the absolute favourites to keep, putting some big items on eBay and finding new homes for things like bikes, toy kitchen etc.
Today we took about ten bags full to the charity shop, mostly books. See if you recognise any! I have read each and every single one of these (plus the dozens we have kept) OVER AND OVER. Every single damn train in Sodor had its own voice, I can still name them all now. All the Paw Patrol pups. Each page of That's Not My Panda had its own intonation. All gone, like raindrops!
And now I feel absolutely drained and really quite sad. I think I powered through it this summer because I'm trying to make myself comprehend this transition. He likes Minecraft and YouTube now, won't watch CBeebies, still loves cuddles and teddies but is growing up. Even six months ago I don't think he would have accepted most of this stuff being given away. My little boy is not so little, he's a child now for sure. I'm sure some of you will have felt this, like nostalgia for his childhood even though he's still in it!
(Meanwhile my husband is like, "Huh. Ok. Yes, good idea to clear things out." Totally non-plussed.)
Please tell me lots of lovely things about having an older (pre-tween) child! And tell me that I did the right thing in having this clear-out because I'm slightly freaking out that I went too fast!