Living in the same house for over 8 years means you accumulate lots of stuff – clothes you’ve outgrown get boxed in the attic, old toys get stashed in the garage, DVDs your kids no longer watch sit stacked on a shelf. In the beginning stages of moving we grabbed a few boxes and started with the easy things we knew we’d be bringing with us, but probably wouldn’t need over the next month. Then the reality crept in that we were going to need much more than “a few” boxes and that we really needed to get organized to determine what things we should give away (or throw away) and what we wanted to keep. If you haven’t done this kind of de-cluttering in a while, it might be surprising just how hard it is. There is of course the initial layer of junk that’s obvious and it’s fairly easy to fill a few boxes of items to donate, but mostly it’s pretty tough to separate out our needs from our emotional attachment to things.
I actually thought this would be harder for the kids, but I was totally off-base. A perfect example was the day Zander and I tackled his bookshelf. I let him start by just looking through his stack of books and grabbing any he really loved, but he only grabbed 2 (out of like 40!) Clearly he would be sad not to take more of them, I thought, so I started taking them off the shelf one at a time and asking him “keep or donate?” He breezed right through this part, and mostly said “donate” in a very sure voice – I, on the other hand, kept sneaking my favorites into the keep pile. I had perfectly logical reasons – this one I gave him for Valentine’s Day when he was 2 and I even wrote a little note inside, this one was his favorite bedtime story for almost 4 months, this one was the first book he “read” to me. As I sat in the pile of books that day I realized that I was going to have the toughest time with this moving thing… because truthfully I probably had accumulated the most memories in this house. It’s not the “stuff” we want to keep, but the memories they carry, the moments they represent.
We eventually finished our packing, threw away most of our junk, donated a lot great items, and moved in to our new house. But I’m not going to feel bad at all about the yellow toy bunny stashed away in my new closet – it was the first toy that ever made Jillian laugh and I’m not ever going to want to let go of that memory, even if it takes an extra box to keep it around.
It all started a long, long time ago when a very tired (and chocolate-deprived) Mom decided it was about time her children started paying her back for all the sleepless nights, 3 am feedings, and temper tantrums she had endured over the years. So she dressed them up creatively in outfits that would best convey her parenting struggles – a devil costume for the most mischievous one, a kangaroo outfit for the one who was always jumping on the furniture, and a scary monster for the one who’s 3-year-old meltdowns could send anyone screaming from the room in fear.