O: We can give those stuffed friends away to another family that will cuddle them.

It is officially spring, and somehow, here in Los Angeles, that means it has been greyer and colder than this winter ever managed to be. We are in the middle of a great clear-out and clean-up: tossing out, donating, and scrubbing.

It feels good to start fresh, shedding the layers of dirt and clutter. It feels good to role-model the importance of letting go of things that are no longer useful, to teach, by example, how you can hold a moment in your heart while letting go of the physical manifestation of that moment.

I held in my hands today, the clothes that each of my children wore when we brought them home from the hospital. O's was a tiny newborn onesie, striped with green. I remember how her skinny arms barely filled out the long sleeves. I had purchased a grey, long-sleeved newborn outfit for P, but it never would have fit her and was much too warm for the early August heat. P came home in a plain, white, cotton onesie, sized three months. I let go of a lot today.

I kept those two onesies.