Good Bye Dr. Suess

Except this.  This was her favorite.  Or was it mine?
Except this. This was her favorite. Or was it mine?

I was one of those weird pregnant ladies who would read poetry to my womb.  Every morning.  Before work, I would toast myself 2 frozen waffles loaded with butter and syrup and sit down to read a few chapters from a book of Mother Goose collections.  Don’t judge me.  I had to eat waffles because they were the only thing that didn’t make me feel like I had to hurl.  Besides, she was getting some nursery rhymes in return.  Swapping brain food for umm, brain food?  What’s so bad about that?

Why did I do it?  Not the waffle thing, but the poetry thing.  Because I had read somewhere that if you start reading rhymes to your fetus, they will turn out brilliant.  Brains courtesy of Little Boy Blue.  Who would have thunk?  This habit of reading to her continued on from the day she was born until she just didn’t want me to read to her any more.  When was that?  I can’t pinpoint a date.  I  will wager a guess at somewhere right around tween-dom.

Needless to say, we had accumulated about a million books throughout the years.  A million.  And now here I am almost 16 years later with them all over the house.  In her room, on shelves, in closets, in the playroom that is no longer the playroom.  Everywhere.  It was time.

So, with all the energy I could muster, I got myself a couple of cardboard boxes and started neatly piling children’s books into them.  One by one.  Each one a memory.  Angelina Ballerina, Dr. Suess, Goodnight Moon, Tomie dePaola, just to name a few.  I gave them to a friend of mine who has a bunch (yes, a bunch…no lie) of young children.  I knew they were going to a good home.  Why should I be selfish and keep them to myself, allowing them to collect dust?  Not being touched by anyone?  It was time to share the love.

I was surprised by my emotions.  I know I sound sappy.  But it was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a long time.  So many memories.  I used to love bedtime.  Not only so that I could have quality time with my glass of wine, but because The Kid and I would snuggle up in her bed and I would read to her (no, I didn’t drink wine while reading to her).  Three books.  That was the limit.  Three books of her choosing.  Every night no matter what.  Well, I would swap with DH but he read to her too.  Every single night.

Aaah, those were the days.  Now I have to worry about her driving in a couple of months and going out with boys and hoping she doesn’t try marijuana.  Oh Lord.  I’m having a panic attack.  I think I want my books back.  Or at the very least, visitation rights.  Think my friend will mind?

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17 Replies to “Good Bye Dr. Suess”

  1. I did the same thing last year, Maureen, except I kept all the sentimental ones that are autographed or just really were the kids’ favorites. Who am I kidding, though? They were my favorites, too. 😉 Yes, I agree…those days from long ago were the best. And JCL, our eldest is going for his permit TOMORROW!!!! Wasn’t he in diapers about a week ago? Glad you cleaned out some closets…maybe I’ll muster up some courage and give some of my kids books aways, too. Goodnight Gorilla was always a fave…cannot part with that one, or Goodnight Moon…it’s hard to say goodbye; I understand completely. Yes, get some visitation rights from your friend…great idea!

  2. This is a rite of passage between early childhood and the teenage years. I remember loading up a bunch of kids books and donating them to the local library. I let Avery and Sam pick out no more than 10 of their favorites to keep. Maybe one day when they are parents, the books will find their way into my grandkids’ (gulp. not ready yet) hands.
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    1. Miriam, I keep thinking I made a mistake and should have saved them for my grandchildren. Fortunately, I am superstitious so if I kept them, then I know I would never get those grandkids. Why am I talking about being a grandmother? Geez. I need to change the subject. Thanks for reading!

  3. Aw, this is so sweet! I have no issues purging things from my house, but when the time comes that I need to get rid of picture books, I may melt down. Books always have the best memories attached to them, don’t they?
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    1. Yeah, MJ, I don’t know why I didn’t freak out like this when I was getting rid of her clothes and toys. It’s very strange. I was at my friend’s house this morning, and I was actually contemplating stealing some back. Ha!

    1. It’s rough, this mommy thing. From all angles. Now I’m gearing up for the flood of emotions when my child goes to college in 2 years. That oughta be a good one.

  4. I’m completely a sap about getting rid of the boys older books. I got teary eyed when we gave a bunch to a friend. But they were books the boys no longer touched – baby books. It reminds me of when I got rid of my youngests baby clothes that he grew out of. I cried. That chapter is through though, so it will be nice that someone else will enjoy those books and build memories too.
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  5. I remember playing classical music on the CD player and I’d put the head phones on my belly because I heard it will help make the baby intelligent or something like that. I only had one CD though, Sebastian Bach and I still have it because some of the preggers I knew thought it was a crazy thing to do. Pfft.

    That was very sweet of you. I think the kids will enjoy it better that you will (sorry) so just stick to wine and listen to timberlake songs 😉
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    1. Yup, getting drunk with Timberlake is a bit more fun than looking at a bunch of books that my kid has outgrown, that’s for sure! On to bigger and better! I had a friend who would do the same thing with headphones on her pregnant belly. Funny, the things we do, isn’t it? I used to play James Taylor incessantly hoping for what, I don’t know. When he comes on the radio, I ask my kid if she remembers. Yeah. I’m weird like that. And the answer is always “no” by the way. Go figure.

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