I'm a very organized type of person. I'm very patient in sorting out things accordingly based on classifications / categories. A best example is my son's old clothes, from new born up to 3 years old sizes are grouped together respectively. I was so patient in segregating them by looking at each label of the clothes for the size. They stayed in my son's cabinet for sometime until I decided to finally let go of them. When I was checking each container box, it's like going back years ago when my son was still a baby. There's a smile in my face whenever I see a shirt or anything that reminded me of an instance my son was wearing it. There's also some tears, because I remember my sacrifices for him, I gave birth via CS and assisted by hubby for only 2 weeks due to limited paternity leave and the rest I did it alone by myself. It brought that situation that I was carrying my baby, putting him to sleep in the middle of wee hours of morning. It's all worth it because my son is my source of strength, nothing compares to being a mommy. Motherhood changed me a lot and mommy is the best thing that I've been called. Here are the sorted old clothes of my son. Have you shared/donated some of your old clothes?