There comes a time in every mom’s life that is rarely spoken of and there is a good reason for it. It is the changing of the seasons. I know, it doesn’t seem like a big deal, at first. But upon further investigation you will find that there is an unspoken horror lurking in every child’s closet. The monstrosities that we speak of are the piles and piles of outdated clothing.

Yes, fathers have no idea (as a general rule) what moms go through to change out the clothes from winter to summer (and vise versa) in a child’s wardrobe.

First, we have to take out all of the seasonal clothes, separating the keepable

from the trash. Then you have to bag up and box up the clothes that will be passed down to the younger sibling, much to their displeasure.

After doing this for all of your children, you have to go through boxes and bags full of clothes from the past to find what is “wear-worthy” for the next season. When you finish separating those, you have to make room for all of these in the tiny corner you call a closet.

So is the burden of being a parent. It doesn’t seem as taxing on paper as it is in real life.

When the seasons start to change and there is a new cool nip in the air, the wind is blowing and the leaves are changing, that is exactly the time we start dreading the changing of the clothes.

Every mom knows about it, but few speak of it. I think we never tell those without children of the horrors of these days in order to keep order in the world. If they truly knew the back breaking pain that is associated with this process, they may never have children. Therefore the end of society would come about because of nothing more than the changing of the seasons.

Of course I’m joking about how bad this process is. But the truth of the matter is that we do dread having to go through every pair of jeans and set of socks in order to get ready for the upcoming weather changes.

As I took on this task this weekend, I realized two things. One is that I waited too long. It was clear that others realized I had waited too long when they watched my daughters in sleeveless dresses at the football game Friday night. That was my breaking point, so we had to get things done this weekend.

The other thing that came into focus is that it is just wrong to complain about having too many clothes. I know it sounds crazy that anyone would ever do that, but how many times have you complained about laundry? Seems a little ungrateful, doesn’t it?

So, next time the seasons start to change, and the warmth of summer starts to come through, try not to begrudge the ritual of changing out the kid’s clothing. Instead, thank God for the clothes He has supplied for your little ones. It really is a blessing.