The price of childhood-$55.00

Strange title I know. I just took part in a great consignment event called Snuggle Bugs. It is held twice a year and this is the 4th time I have been a consignor. Since we aren't having any more kids and don't have anyone to pass things onto, I sell a lot of things Lucas has outgrown. Whatever doesn't get sold you have the option to donate to charity which is the option I normally take. This time around I sold Lucas' changing table and his crib bedding. I got $55.00 for them. And while I willing put the bedding on sale and event offered it at half price in the final days, I was sad when I realized it had actually sold. I mean, really really sad. So sad I wish I hadn't put it up for sale. WTH? It is bedding! From JCPenney's. Someone else was going to be able to use it for their new little one. But I felt crushed. I have kept a number of Lucas' things-outfits I really liked on him. I know by the time he has kids they will be out of date and style, not to mention will probably have fallen apart. But it will be fun to show him in a few years how small he was. But the bedding-why am I so attached to this? He never used the quilt (he is clearly his father's child) and the theme was just "Hey Diddle Diddle." I believe that memories are not attached to things so I normally don't have an issue donating or giving things to other people. My memory is still pretty good that I don't need to have an object around to recall the feelings. So this whole attachment to a quilt that Lucas never used is mind boggling to me.