Yesterday I wrote this post about how I got rid of the blue glider that had been a big part of my life for the last ten years.
I was a mess yesterday.
Like, a disaster. I cried like a baby. A lot.
Blue Glider had been upstairs in Number 6 and 7’s room, and my dad helped me take it downstairs when he came up to babysit yesterday.
It was missing a few screws, was a little banged up, and the cushions were stained with everything from food to dirt to nail polish.
But it still worked pretty well.
When I left for swim practice last night, I saw it sitting in the back of Dad’s truck.
I thought for a moment about telling him to drag that sucker back upstairs. That I just wasn’t ready to let go.
A couple people were a little bummed I got rid of it. They suggested maybe I keep it.
I contemplated it.
But ultimately, I didn’t.
I’m not sure where Blue Glider will end up.
Maybe I will see if the kids preschool wants it once it’s cleaned up.
Maybe there is a daycare or something that could use it.
I’d love for it to continue to be well loved and used.
And while I’m still suffering a little from post Blue Glider syndrome, I know it was time.
Because BG wasn’t being used anymore. BG was being neglected.
BG had just become a dumping ground for crap. Another place to collect clutter.
Blue Glider had gone from adding to the quality of Number 6 and 7’s life, to taking away from it.
And that’s not fair.
So tonight I looked at the empty space where BG had been, and I moved 6 and 7’s desk into that spot.
Number 6 sat right down and started drawing.
“Mommy! Thank you for putting my desk heeyah!” he said to me.
And then, I knew 100% that I had made the right decision.
Blue Glider’s presence may be gone from the room, but the memories I have of her will always remain in a place where no one can remove them.
And that’s really all that matters.
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