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Archive for February 21, 2011

i saw sunday

Yesterday I saw myself cry over a piece of furniture. I had to say goodbye to the crib that both my children slept in. I would keep it for more kids but it’s just too big. There are smaller things around that can perform the same function.

But it was a lovely piece of furniture. Old. Painted white with blue trim. Wooden. It had drawers on one side and drawers underneath. And I’m sure it’s not approved by whatever organization approves baby cribs.  But it was safe.  And cozy.  And I’m pretty sure it loved my children.Yes, you read that right.  It loved my children and they loved it. It was from one of my kind coworkers back when I posed as an English Teacher.

I drove it to Deseret Industries for a donation.  They wouldn’t take it. They don’t take cribs.  I drove it to Savers.  They almost took it because of it’s durability and there is no way it was on any recall list as it was built before recall lists.  But no.  They offered their 20% off coupon as a consolation.  I drove it to Goodwill.

The guy looked at it and said: “What’s this?”

Me: “A crib. Do you take cribs?”

Goodwil Guy: “Well, we’ll take it for you but we won’t sell it here. I’ll put it in ‘The Bin.'” He started to unload it.

My mind decoded “The Bin” as “The Outgoing Trash”: “Really, you can’t sell it? I have the all the screws right here.” I didn’t realized how badly I wanted a nice home for this crib until just then.

Goodwill Guy: “Oh they’ll put it together, just not here.”

Me: Relief.

More Me: “Oh, ok.”

Goodwill Guy: “If they can’t put it together they’ll just throw it away.

Me inside: “Please don’t throw it away.”

I wondered how they would put it together as he threw the all the crib parts at random into the bin. There was no method to his madness. He took the drawer box and started shoving it on top like a milk carton taking up too much space in the trash. I stared. Then caught myself as the other workers inside looked at me funny. Maybe they saw the judging, panicky, sad look on my face. All I could do was compose myself and get in the car.

Goodwill Guy: “Do you want a receipt?”

Me: “No, that’s ok.”

I shut the door and willed my eyes to stop tearing up. It was a crib. Nothing more.

But it held my children.  They snuggled up in it.  They played fort in it.  The drawers held brand new onesies.  It held tiny socks that grew and grew.  It held cloth diapers and first underwear.  It held pieces from their first haircuts.  It went from boy clothes to girl clothes. It went from 3mo pajamas to 2T shirts and pants.

I pulled up to the Blue Bungalow and my hubby was there to greet me.

All he had to ask was “How’d it go?”

And then I cried.

It’s just a piece of furniture, and I cried.


This is a free-write for “I saw Sunday”.

So tell me, what have you seen lately?