Today, I threw away her changing mat. We were given it by a friend who had it as a spare and had barely used it.

Today, I threw away her changing mat. I was determined that her sibling should have their own new one. Who would want her second-hand changing mat?

Today, I threw away her changing mat. It was split, peeling, bumpy, and very well used.

Today, I threw away her changing mat. The scene of all those unimaginable messes, stinks and oh for goodness sake moments.

Today, I threw away her changing mat. The scene of raspberries blown on a tiny tummy, roars of laughter, and oh, that dress is so cute moments.

Today, I threw away her changing mat. Where she made sounds like a dolphin, trying so desperately to sit herself up. Where I would try and massage and pedal the gas out of her.

Today, I threw away her changing mat. Where she wriggled and giggled. Where I’d find bits of food and random objects, wondering where was she hiding that when I carried her upstairs?!

Today I threw away her changing mat. No accidents in the day now, all dry in the night now and go away, Mum, I can do it myself now.

Today I threw away her changing mat. She spotted it before I did, lay on it and asked Is this Aidan’s? She doesn’t remember it.

Today I threw away her changing mat. Another era over.