Too many fish online dating
On the three hour drive home, Husband and I–seriously concerned by our daughter’s inability to enjoy the moment–made a point to talk about all the neat stuff we had seen, what our favorite reptiles were, and how funny Trouble had been holding the snake. In the weeks that followed, Chuck and I talked a lot about how we were going to handle this lack of contentment we were noticing.By the time we made it home the Build-a-Dino had been forgotten. Then one morning near the end of July, after telling my kids to clean their room for the umpteenth time, I made the somewhat impulsive–albeit pre-warned–decision to take away ALL their stuff.When I first became a mom I was so happy to have a chance to start over, to undo through my children all the wrong that was done to me, to give them everything I felt I had missed out on.I wanted our lives to be perfect, and my vision of perfection included a perfectly decorated bedroom filled with beautiful things, a life where they would want for nothing.The girls watched me in stunned silence for a few minutes and then, when the shock wore off, they helped. I had no idea what a dramatic difference this one semi-impulsive decision would make in all our lives.
I even took the pretty Pottery Barn Kids comforter from their bed.
(The rest has more or less been forgotten and will soon make it’s way from the attic to the Goodwill pile.) What I love even more is that they are able to recognize excess on their own.
Aside from a favorite stuffed animal and the comforter on their bed, (which they both earned back), neither of them actually want their toys back on a permanent basis.
In contrast to our last outing and for the first time the entire weekend.
Not a toy, not a cheesy souvenier, not a light-up necklace from a passing street vender. We passed hundreds of shops and they loved looking in the window, but they were content just to be.
Had I not experienced it with my own eyes, I would’ve never believed that an addiction to stuff could be broken that quickly.