How do you know when it’s time to let go?
I spent a chunk of my day off yesterday cleaning out the “kid’s closet”. My district is having a yard sale on Saturday to raise money for Easter Seals, so I decided this was a good time to let go of some things.
The kids of the “kid’s closet” are my two nephews, who are now 13 and nearly 17 years old. When they were little boys, I worked at a toy store; I figure that’s enough said, you can imagine the rest (it’s a big closet). They spent a fair amount of time with me back then, but that was before they needed cable and the internet to stay entertained. Back then, they were happy with a movie marathon and a marble maze.
We really did have some fun together.
I feel like my blog is too young to be circling back in on itself already, but that’s kind of what life is like, isn’t it? Like raindrops on the water – all kinds of big and little circles, constantly rippling out and intersecting with each other, over and over and over again. Yesterday I kept thinking about my previous blog, Why Do I Hold On To Things? You see, it was a little hard to get rid of what I still think of as the boy’s things. To begin with, “getting rid of” something seems so callous and sort of mean-spirited. I had to keep reminding myself that these toys are basically being donated.
There were some toys that I just liked and didn’t want to part with. There was a yo-yo with a little case, extra string (still in a tiny, sealed bag) and a book full of yo-yo tricks. Why did I want to keep that yo-yo? There’s no good reason, except I just wanted it. Maybe I just wanted it because it’s mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
Well, its gone now. Gone, gone, gone.
Some items were particularly hard to part with for more personal reasons.
The mega blocks, for example, because the boys loved them so much. It was a treat for them to get more pieces and sets.
I can close my eyes right now and put myself back at Zany Brainy, back on the Young Builders aisle, back with the boys.
They’re trying to decide which set to buy.
I have “this much” money to give them, and they’re asking “how much is this one?”
“How much is this one, Aunt Michelle? Can we afford this one?”
It’s so hard to decide which one to get.
Now they are gone, all grown up.
They don’t need this dragon anymore, so why should I?
It’s the memory I cling to.
The boys have grown up, but the memory of their time spent with me remains.
But…I kept reminding myself, “Let it go to someone who will use it”.
Not “get rid of it”, but “let it go”.
Instead of leaving it sitting in a closet for 8 more years – collecting dust, doing no good – let it go.
Let it go, not only for the sake of going to a kid who wants it and will play with it, but let it go to be loved once again. Toys should bring joy and laughter and fun and happiness to children. They shouldn’t be closeted up, useless and untouched.
With those thoughts to buoy me, I joyfully and contentedly went on with my task, relishing the idea that all these toys that we had so enjoyed would soon be going to new homes. They would be enjoyed again.
Knowing it’s the right thing to do doesn’t make it oh-so-much easier. Basically, I was in the right mood, the right frame of mind to send those things on their way. When the mood strikes, take advantage of it. I just kept going, kept packing. I made some choices and kept a few things for the girls, but most of it went out the door. It was still tugging at me – each and every item – “I want to keep this”. It was never easy. At the same time, it did feel good. To let go, to move on, to clear things out, to open spaces up…
Don’t you worry about me, though. There’s plenty more stuff where that came from. I’ve got arts and crafts and stuffed animals and dishes and knickknacks and notebooks and glassware… Anyway, there are other closets for other days. But I’m not ready to tackle those yet. And that’s okay, too.
As for the dearly departed toys, I packed them all in the car last night – out of the house! – and I dropped them off after work today. The first thing I pulled out of the trunk was a wooden table hockey board. The young man who was helping me said, “That’s a pretty nice hockey set.” Tell me about it. I told him it was hard to part with (what wasn’t), but I wanted someone to have it who would be able to enjoy it.
After all, it had its seasons of fast and furiously slamming wooden hockey sticks, smashed fingers, arguments and all around fun at my house. Now it’s time to send all that joy somewhere else.
Items of Interest:
Why Do I Hold On To Things?
The Life & Times of Generation X: Toy Stores (educlaytion.com)
It was for this exact reason that, in high school, my parents referred to my room as the Black Hole: things went in and they never came out.
“Charlie, it’s a dead battery.”
“But…what if I need it?”
“Throw it away. And this belongs to your brother.”
“But I use it more than he does!”
*blinks* “It’s cologne!”
Even now, I find myself thinking, “But…what if…?” when emptying the recycle bin on my computer.
That’s it in a nutshell – “what if I need it?”
If I give/throw this away, it won’t be here when I might want it later! That MIGHT has a lot of weight in my world.
Mostly I’m okay once it’s out of the house, though.
let me know where the yard sale is – I’ll try to buy some of this stuff back for you.
That’s what I’ve been trying NOT to do these past few years. With the exception of books and movies, which I continue to buy, I’ve been taking things to Goodwill and NOT replacing that stuff with more junk. That was my problem before; I might get rid of my junk, but then I’d bring home a whole lot of other people’s junk. That is not how to clean out your house.
So I made a deal with myself a few years ago – I can’t bring in anything new without getting rid of something else. I haven’t been able to stick with the deal, but at least I’m not overdoing it like I used to. Baby steps.