December rolls around every year like a trip to the dentist. I feel this weight on my chest at the prospect of bringing more stuff into my already cluttered house. When I look at the accumulation of toys acquired over the past year I can’t believe that I allowed so much junk in. Most toys are care of my great-grandma in-law, bless her heart. Most plastic with many small pieces and buzzing, beeping, squeaking noises. All of this after a 2017 minimalist challenge and high aspirations of having a clean, crap free home, independent of toys at every turn? All this after declaring our home free from Rubbermaid containers overflowing with a mishmash of semi-broken trucks and naked barbies? Declarations, after all, mean shit when it comes to family who just want that feeling of love they get when they see our kids smile.
See, I belong to minimalist groups who don’t care about 90+-year-old great grandmas and their desires to give something to our kids. But I care. So I have piles of toys that she gives considerable thought in picking out for every week. She likes to point out with a tone of judgment these leaning tower of Pisa piles and suggest that our house “could be a toy store!” when she visits, oblivious to the fact that she bought the toys!! We beg her not to buy anything; that we love just visiting her weekly and spending time with her. But she wants to give. And our kids absolutely love what she picks out. How do to deny someone those feelings of attachment and bonding, even if it’s the purchase of stuff? She feels worthy and needed when she buys our kids stuff. And so we have piles. Temporary piles that I’m resigning myself to for a few more years.
But what if you don’t want the piles or the anxiety?!
Check out my post on WNY Experience Wish List.
Wellness Mama’s post on 46+ Ways to Give Experiences Instead of Stuff and WNY
Becoming Minimalist’s post on 35 Gifts Your Child Will Never Forget
Hi. I'm Lindsay. Daughter, sister, wife, mother and collector of useless (and useful) information.