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Mourning the Loss of the Jolly Jumper

Sawyer in the Jolly Jumper.

Sawyer in the Jolly Jumper.

It was a pretty average Monday, not so different from any other when I was sitting on the couch and hubs casually turned to me and said, “oh, by the way, I promised to give the jolly jumper to my cousin.”

My world started spinning.


The jolly jumper that I had purchased for Sawyer when I was supposed to be having my rare “me time” but found myself at Babies R Us?

The one thing I lugged home on the bus proudly knowing I had chosen for him and bought it myself (compared to all the other things that were given to us)?

The jolly jumper that I had watched all three of my kids have endless hours of wonder and fun in?

The Jolly Jumper that inspired our family’s first ever sibling moment?

I could a lump in my throat and the tears welling up in my eyes over something he thought was “no big deal”.

I don’t know how many of you have gone through this, and I have definitely seen the other side of it where parents gleefully give away their baby stuff, the act becoming a symbol of their newfound freedom. Not for me.

Don’t get me wrong. I have probably given away a baby’s worth of stuff (or two) since I have such great family and friends and was literally showered with gifts (especially clothing) much of which we never got to use. And with the twins stuff, since we had most things times two I could give away half and not really worry about it.

I suppose I knew this moment would come. Part of it realizing that the kids are growing up and not babies any more, but also the realization that we will not have any more kids. Unsurprisingly, I am not coping with it very well.  I cannot seem to accept either of those facts and I am not sure how or when I will be able to.  I have even had this discussion with hubs that I have to at least pretend in my mind because if I looked at the twins milestones as the last “first” it would break my heart.

So back to the Jolly Jumper. I agreed to give it away, knowing how happy it would make little baby James. To my surprise, his cousin actually gave me a $25 card for Tim Horton’s which definitely softened the blow. But still I feel like this cloud is lingering over my head. Yes, ignorance is bliss, but I won’t be able to pretend forever and then what will I do?

So to start I figured I’d write about it to show others they are not the only one and to selfishly solicit advice from my wonderful readers 😉

So what’s your take on it? Have you gone through this yourself? Do you have any tips for me?


About Shannon

I am a university educated full-time working mother of four children. Proudly Canadian, I freeze my butt off along with my loving partner, two dogs and a cat. I hope you enjoy reading my posts as much as I love writing them, but if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.


8 thoughts on “Mourning the Loss of the Jolly Jumper

  1. I went through it a little bit when I got rid of the tiny clothes. They reminded me of how tiny my boys once were and made me realize that I’ll never again have one of my own that small. I’m starting to get teary now just remembering, thanks a lot!

    Posted by Cristi G. | July 31, 2014, 8:01 am
  2. Thank you for writing this. There are some baby items I gleefully parted with up front, but it was definitely hard to get rid of them all. I am not afraid to admit I cried when the stroller was loaded up and sent to its new home. I had intellectually known I was not going to have any more kids, but it was still hard to convince the heart that the brain knew best.

    Posted by Allie P. | July 31, 2014, 8:53 am
  3. Me!! I get this! I have not gotten rid of one thing, one outfit, one toy that Tru has used. There is this emotional wall that I can’t bear to cross yet. I really am running out of room to store everything because we have a small house and no garage etc but I just can’t! Not yet.

    Posted by journeyformybaby | July 31, 2014, 11:28 am
    • I know what you mean! That’s why I did give away about 1/3 because we were drowning and even if we had another we wouldn’t need all that. In that case it was the good deed that helped me accept it but when it was just my son I was like you, I kept it ALL. I hope things work out and you can resolve your issues. This morning at the gym I thought I was feeling better about it but after seeing 10 pregnant women today (not that I am counting lol) I realize I am not even close. Best wishes.

      Posted by Shannon | July 31, 2014, 3:07 pm
  4. I actually started crying on a visit to BabiesRUs to buy a baby gift for a friend, when I realized that I could no longer buy clothes for my 4yr old “baby” there. She was starting to fit into little-girl sizes, and toddler sizes were now too small. I know so many people who rushed their babies along, first into toddlerhood, then into preschool. I always wanted to tell them to slow down, let their babies be babies. Because after watching my older 2 kids speed along, faster than I was ready for, I knew that these parents would blink and it would be over, this fleeting babyhood. I wish I could tell them to stop thinking ahead to the next milestone, and to just enjoy the ride. Because it’s way too short, and it will be over before they know it.

    Posted by jena42 | August 8, 2014, 12:13 am
    • Thanks for your thoughtful comment. It is still amazes me how much sorrow a toy store can bring you, in my case quite a bit! You are so right with your advice, you need to savour every minute because it’s gone before you know it. Best wishes.

      Posted by Shannon | August 8, 2014, 6:56 am

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