An era has come and gone. Nineteen years ago when my first grandchild was born I purchased a nice wooden changing table and put up in my (large) laundry room. I filled the shelves with diapers, burp cloths, ointments, thermometer, nose-suction bulb, even small toys to distract a baby having his diaper changed. I had every size of diaper, including pull-ups. I had small blankets and large ones. It all fit nicely on the two roomy shelves. And when the grandchildren or nieces and nephews visited from out of state, my changing table was ready for them.
But now…….yes, now. Now the youngest grandchild that lives in town is three years old. She’s passed even the pull-up stage. So I felt it was time to make a change and reorganize. I found that the changing table fits nicely into the laundry room closet, so I cleaned the shelves bare and put it in there. Next I turned it into a wrapping center, holding tissue paper, wrapping paper, bows, boxes, gift bags, etc. But I’m a little bit sad that our diaper-changing years have gone for the most part.
What’s that? Yes, down the road if we have a quiver full of great grandchildren, I’ll pull the changing table out and turn it back to what it was originally purchased for.
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| Cleaned out baby changing table |
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| This plaque reminds me of what it is really all about; it stays |
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| Bare spot where changing table used to be |
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| My new wrapping closet |
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| Ta-da!! |
