I've been packing away baby clothes for months now. I sort them into two piles: keep and give away. I keep anything that has some sort of sentimental value to me. I don't know why. They are just "things" and I have absolutely no intention of getting to use them again (having another baby), but I save them anyway. The rest is going to charity - an organization that, ironically, helps pregnant women in crisis.
I think it confuses people that I save some of K's clothes, despite being 99.9% certain we will not have another child. Part of me wishes that I could let go of them. After all, it's not like we're drowning in unused space in our townhouse. Yet, I can't help it. I can't bear to part with the outfit she came home in from the hospital. The preemie onsies she wore in the NICU. Her first Christmas dress. What she wore on Mother's Day. Getting rid of those items feels like giving away those memories.
So, I pack them away instead - in my closet and in my heart. Maybe those items will do nothing but collect dust. But maybe K will get to pass them down to her daughter someday.
Maybe they will create future memories for our family.