I now find myself with not just a purse (bad enough), but also with a diaper bag and sometimes at least one other bag of “stuff”, despite my best attempts to carry only as much as I can get in one trip with a 26-pound helper on my hip. And the purse’s contents have been revised to a point that you’d no longer know me by the small arsenal and assortment therein. Nestled beside my wallet, you could find chew toys, Kleenex, diapers, wipes, lists of various flavors (from to-do to groceries to reminders to topic ideas to more to-do’s…), Oragel, scraps of paper, rattles, sippy cups, Cheerios (with or without a container – it turns out she eats them either way), animal crackers, graham crackers, crumbs, baby Tylenol, nail clippers, chap stick, cell phone, planner (on hopeful days), an unidentified wad of…ewww!, and that’s not unzipping the compartments… Yes, my purse is nothing short of a suitcase (hey, I should see if my laptop will fit in there!).
As I lug my life on my shoulders, oddly reminiscent of college backpack days, I chuckle to think that someday I’ll be able to carry one of those tiny little purses again…and carrying it will be a bittersweet reminder of another season passed.