To some this is just a plate. But this simple, little plate nearly brought me to tears today.
When I packed this plate up in March it was still being used. But now just a few short (llllooonnnggg) months later as I go to unpack it I am hit with a realization.
Our little girl is growing up.
I see it daily.
The small things that show you that your child is growing up. She can do stuff for herself now.
She no longer needs constant supervision.
But even though I see it daily - in my mind she is still our little girl.
The little girl that sat in a high chair eating pancakes off this plate and dropping pieces to the dog that sat below. My dad's sweet, Jack Russell, Poppy who is no longer with us.
The plate is worn and well loved having been a favorite for many years. But as I stood today and looked at this plate I realized she had outgrown it.
The little girl that never wanted her food to touch has went the past few months eating off an adult plate - because everything else was packed up. She no longer needed this plate. She no longer demands requests that her pancake syrup be separated from her pancakes.
A small thing I didn't notice during the day to day. But today it hit me like a ton of bricks.
But for some reason as I sat staring at this plate I debated what to do with it.
Do I but it in the thrift store box? Do I throw it away?
I know it's time for it to go. But today I just couldn't bring myself to do it. This momma just isn't ready.
So for tonight it will go in her cabinet along with her dishes and containers. Maybe to be used again from time to time.
Tomorrow I think I will serve pancakes for breakfast and be thankful for this little plate and the memories that it holds.
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