I Can't Seem To Let It Go....
Never thought my daughter, Yazmin, would be 15!!! I remember when was born and put into my arms. I called her China Bean. She looked like a CHINESE BURRITO!!!!! I dressed her like a real life doll. She had so many outfits, I would change her 3 to 4 times a day. Just so she was able to wear all the clothes she had. Til this day she has way too much.
As she grew, I would give away her clothes. Each year I would try to minimize her wardrobe. Even getting rid of my favorites.
When I got divorced, I lost a lot of material things. Photos, sentimental items and more. Most things can never be replaced. But for some reason I have managed to hold onto a denim jacket I got her at about 2 years old. It has jeweled buttons in the shape of flowers. I loved seeing her in it. (I even lost photos of her wearing the jacket).
That little jacket sits in my closet among my clothes. I forget it's there until I'm looking for something to wear. When I see it, all kinds of memories come to me. Us playing in her pink colored, Strawberry Shortcake themed room. The deep dimples on her tiny face. How she loved chocolate milk. The love that encased me every time she hugged me. The feeling of being loved unconditionally when she wanted me to hold her and never let her go. Her starting Kindergarten and each year moving up a grade. Taking her to Soccer and Football practice/games. Going to her violin concerts. Just to name a few.
For the past 13 years, I've held onto a piece of clothing that means so much to me. I hope one day to give it her daughter, so Yazmin can have her own memories with this little denim jacket.
As she grew, I would give away her clothes. Each year I would try to minimize her wardrobe. Even getting rid of my favorites.
When I got divorced, I lost a lot of material things. Photos, sentimental items and more. Most things can never be replaced. But for some reason I have managed to hold onto a denim jacket I got her at about 2 years old. It has jeweled buttons in the shape of flowers. I loved seeing her in it. (I even lost photos of her wearing the jacket).
That little jacket sits in my closet among my clothes. I forget it's there until I'm looking for something to wear. When I see it, all kinds of memories come to me. Us playing in her pink colored, Strawberry Shortcake themed room. The deep dimples on her tiny face. How she loved chocolate milk. The love that encased me every time she hugged me. The feeling of being loved unconditionally when she wanted me to hold her and never let her go. Her starting Kindergarten and each year moving up a grade. Taking her to Soccer and Football practice/games. Going to her violin concerts. Just to name a few.
For the past 13 years, I've held onto a piece of clothing that means so much to me. I hope one day to give it her daughter, so Yazmin can have her own memories with this little denim jacket.
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