I have always held onto a lot of my baby stuff since Gaia was born almost 7 years ago. I had hoped to pass everything down to future children or at least pass it along to friends making their own families complete. Now that my best friend has been a mother for 6 months, she has a lot of the basics you’d look for. After having many discussions with my fiance, we decided it was time to purge that stuff too. He’s fine with the size our family is now. I wasn’t until recently.
A few weeks ago I was doing chores before work when I tuned into my actions. I was running form room to room in a nonsensical pattern and I was getting about half as much accomplished and most of what I was doing was fairly unimportant. When I stopped to ask myself why I was doing this I realized that the answer was simple: toddler. My son was following me around the house. If he wasn’t undoing my specific task, he was destroying something else in the same room. And I couldn’t just leave him to make a mess away from me and to get something done elsewhere. No. He was following me making sure that I could get the maximum amount of frustration from the situation.
And it was then I realized that I didn’t want anymore children either. It was already too late, according to the timeline my fiance accidentally set in motion. My baby was gone and here sat a toddler and by the time Hutch thought it was okay to conceive I’d probably be out of this phase of not knowing what to do with my non-baby. Toddlerhood is both wondrous and nerve-wracking in my book. I’m just not the type of person to want to do it again and again.
Before long I was emptying out closets and purging areas I generally don’t pay mind to. Eventually I ended up in the closets. I’ve always fluctuated between the same three sizes and so I have a few basic clothing pieces of each of those sizes neatly hanging up making choosing clothes both exciting and depressing at times. This time I took advantage of my purging spree and I got rid a lot of keepsake clothing items.
Friends, I am the biggest I have ever been. I have about 60 extra pounds sitting on me that is more than my ideal body weight. It’s two sizes bigger than my biggest weight from high school. And a majority of it came from the last year. Now I am still breastfeeding, and I don’t have the best eating habits. Add that to just plain ol’ getting older and losing metabolic skills… Well that’s just what happens isn’t it?
So I took my closet and I purged it. I got rid of about half of my clothes and I kept the ones that fit and ONLY the ones that really meant something to me and had a realistic goal for my new mom bod. And I listed it all at the Just Between Friends community sale.
I went ahead and did the same for my daughter because they grow fast in elementary school and her closet was just a tangle of clothes from 4T to size 7. Between the three of us we had an entire clothignrackk full of gently used clothing to be loved by another family.
On the surface I was shouting “purge purge purge all the unnecessary things!” Most of this I can attribute to my obsession with trying to have less, and on the polar opposite end I just like to get rid of old things to make room for new things. It’s a natural flow I have, but this time it felt different. It felt final. No more babies, and no more looking back.
Then something unexpected happened… I made over $100! It was exciting, and some of my things didn’t sell so I had big plans to list them at the local consignment store. Unfortunately I was working the night of pick up, and everything was donated to charity. It took some adjusting knowing that everything I worked so hard on cleaning, sorting, and tagging was just gone. But my house was less full leaving more room for new adventures together.