There has been a lot of decluttering going on in this house.
I donated 3 more bags yesterday. The Goodwill Trailer attendant and I are on a first name basis.
In the beginning the simplifying was easy. I knew that in order to make a real change in our lives, to quote that song from the 80’s, the change I want to see, needs to begin with me.
At first, decluttering was really just throwing away garbage and broken items; toys that were missing wheels, puzzles that were missing pieces, broken jewelry, mismatched shoes, unmatched socks, etc.
Sadly, these were just things found under my bed.
Then I moved on to the clothes. I knew that before I could even tackle the clothes in my closet, I was going to have to confront the massive pile of handme downs that had taken over our bedroom floor and my dresser.
This was a bit harder.
I had been hoarding hand me down clothing for the kids for years.
This was not going to be easy. I had tried it before and while I had tossed some pieces into a bag I had ended up keeping many other pieces. I always had an excuse, that it would fit someone else or I could take the scraps and make them into a quilt.
The truth is, this was never going to happen. I had formed an attachment to these clothes and I wasn’t going to let them go. They would live in the same piles until the end of time, unless I took immediate action.
Sounds crazy right?
To be attached to clothing that my children could not wear or use?
The real deal was that I wasn’t attached to the clothing, I was attached to the memories associated with them. But really the memories weren’t attached to those clothes. They were just pieces of fabric.
I needed to let go.
Keeping these clothes weren’t going to make my kids younger.
I needed to let go.
It was hard .
The secret part of letting go was not just packing up the clothes but letting go of the guilt.
The guilt from having transported these clothes through several moves and having wasted tons of energy packing, unpacking, and washing them for no reason. It was hard to take.
But, instead of spending time wallowing, I quickly bagged up the clothes and put them into the van as quick as I could.
Then I spent a minute sitting on the bed gazing at the space that the absence of hand me downs had left.
I could actually see the top of my dresser! The truth is, I am pretty sure it has been over a year since I had seen it.
I could also see the floor!
A few months ago we had replaced the carpeting in our house with laminate wood flooring and has immediately covered it with clothes.
Now I could see the floor.
My guilt vanished as I realized how much larger the room looked and how more peaceful it would be to sleep in without the clutter. ( As peaceful as sleeping with 2 toddlers can be).
After dealing with the drama of the hand me downs, simplifying my closet was a breeze.
I am beginning to slowly declutter the toys and bring the kids on board with my plan.
Last night my daughter, Moo asked me if we were moving. I asked her why she thought that and she said because the house was so clean. Hiding my laughter, I told her that we were just decluttering so that we could actually an enjoy the things we have and not spend so much time cleaning. She said cool and gave me a hug.
Hopefully the other circus members will share her enthusiasm.