Losing It

I hate losing stuff.  This is one of the more frustrating aspects of parenthood.  I can't tell you how many times we've set out on some excursion, only to return without one or more of our possessions: dropped out of our diaper bag, thrown from our stroller, falling off en route.  One time, I actually retraced my steps the next morning and found a temporarily misplaced red mitten.  But everything else is lost and gone forever, much to our chagrin.  I guess the lesson is to hold tightly to our possessions in the literal sense, while holding loosely to them in the figurative sense.