because I have a little wooden stool that I have to throw out and I'm emotional about it.
This is the foot stool that my husband bought me to rest my feet on while I nursed baby Joshua when he was born. I rocked and cradled three of my four babies with this stool under my feet.
While I was pregnant with Josh, who was born 8 1/2 years after his older brother, my husband bought me a pretty wooden glider chair. I am a relatively short 5'4" and my legs are short, and didn't reach the ground, so he bought me a wooden stool to rest my feet on and sort of prop my lap up to help hold the baby.
Well, my stool has had a lot of use, wear and tear, stood on, thrown down and now it's cracked. It's main use now days is to help me reach higher cupboards, or to help Joy get into places she doesn't belong such as the movie cabinet.
So today it goes out to the curb. Today my husband brought me home a gray plastic ugly stool. I mean, ugly is a subjective term. He told me he figured he was buying it "for a different purpose, and that it would work well." Yeah, he's right, it will.
But it makes me sad sometimes to think that I am done having my own babies to cuddle, rock and nurse. And that this stool bought for such a personal sentimental use is now going out to the trash.
Call me silly, but that makes me feel a little sad.