An Ode to the Diaper Bag that Rotted Off My Shoulderemily
I knew the moment I saw her, I had to make her mine. The design was perfect, and she had a sleek “non-baby” look to her that this interior designer momma craved. She was a true original, and was everything I had ever wanted in a diaper bag.
Three years ago, I met the diaper bag of my dreams, love at first sight. The bag that would carry all the diapers, till potty training do us part.
I loved her because of the cross-body strap that reminded me so much of my babywearing slings, how it simply distributed the heavy weight of the bag’s content evenly across my back and shoulder.
I loved her because she was versatile enough that my husband would carry her around with out feeling like he was carrying around a woman’s bag.
Her dimensions were prefect, she could easily carry around my laptop on days when I needed to travel for work.
I saw this bag not only as a diaper bag, but a bag that had longevity. A relationship that would go well beyond the days of sippy cups and diapers.
And now, I must regretfully report that last month she carried her last diaper, wipe, snack and sippy cup.
My beloved bag literally rotted off my shoulder, as I lovingly slung her around my neck en route to the YMCA.
And no, I don’t believe it was from poor construction, or a flaw in the bag. I think she died from fatigue. Because I depended on her every single day of my life, for the past 3 years.
I know what you’re thinking. Get over it! It was just a bag! Go to the store, and replace her!
But friends, here’s the devastating catch. The diaper bag company went out of business last fall, and the bags have all but vanished. Every once in awhile I’ll see one pop up on Ebay, but the price is never right, and I think my wounds are still too fresh.
So to you, my beautiful and trusty diaper bag, I guess this is where I say goodbye. We had a good run, and I’ll miss you more the a full night’s sleep.
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