Yesterday I rushed home from work and pulled the Exersaucer up from the basement. I sprayed it down and wiped it off then rushed into the kitchen to start making dinner.
Not long after the doorbell rang and a stranger came into my home, looked it over, handed me twenty bucks, folded it up and carried it away.
Until I saw him cross the street and open up his trunk, it didn't really hit me. It's going away. That big hunk of plastic that held and entertained and supported both my baby boys was leaving and with it, a little piece of me. My experience of being a mother to babies. Babies who are not babies anymore.
I hope the next family loves it as much as they did.
(Yes, that is my son wearing a sweatband and his pajamas. Don't ask.)
