It happened today.I set our infant car seat out for garbage, expired and worn.
I really didn't think the garbage man would take it, but I knew it was time to come to terms with not requiring it any longer. So I set it out there.
I was hoping someone would pick it up and take it, even though it was expired. Maybe someone could repurpose it, recycle it, memorialize it for me.I didn't expect the garbage man to take it.
Then, as the kids and I ate lunch, the garbage truck pulled up.
And he took it.
He took the infant seat. Threw it into the back of his truck and drove off.
Whoa. The tears began flowing. I scared the kids even.
I tried to explain it, how hard it is for mommy to see them grow up so quickly. I tried to tell them I was just sad that time keeps passing and they keep getting bigger.Then Nolan got it. "Mom, I understand. You are sad because we all sat in that seat right?"
Yup. Cue the tears again.
Postscript: My nephew used this seat also, between Brooklyn and Ethan, here's a photo
