Oh maaaaaaan........ I am the WORST at getting rid of things - I've always been like that. Not at a hoarder level, however.
When I moved from my home of 20 years that I shared with my two kids, I really was so proud of myself and got rid of so much. However, I still have 4 bins left to filter through. that are still in my and my fiance's garage..... I just dread it, but I know I must do this..... and funny enough, there is this baker's rack that was in our home growing up... then I repainted it (twice) and had custom glass shelves made for it; it has been with me since the 1980s. When I moved out of the house, my daughter and her family moved in and inherited the baker's rack. It's been in the garage, and she literally just asked me this morning if I wanted it or if she should donate it. I honestly have to admit I told her to let me think about it..... think about what? I don't have a place for it, and my fiance would kill me if I moved it to our garage. So, I let go and told her to donate it. Why does this make me feel sad? And the bigger question is, why do I become emotionally attached to things? Sigh. Maybe I treasure the memories associated with inanimate objects, and a part of me feels that I'm throwing those memories away? On the flip side, my mom and kids are really good at getting rid of things. I'm slowly but surely learning from them :)
I think you hit the nail on the head with your quote, "Maybe I treasure the memories associated with inanimate objects, and a part of me feels that I'm throwing those memories away?" That feeling is exactly what I was trying to convey in my post. The guilt and sadness directly correlate with feeling like we are forgetting the person and the shared memories. Yet, what happens when we are gone, and no one else wants whatever we have so carefully saved? What a blessing that both your mom and kids are comfortable with letting go of objects. Maybe makes the guilt a tiny bit easier?
Oh maaaaaaan........ I am the WORST at getting rid of things - I've always been like that. Not at a hoarder level, however.
When I moved from my home of 20 years that I shared with my two kids, I really was so proud of myself and got rid of so much. However, I still have 4 bins left to filter through. that are still in my and my fiance's garage..... I just dread it, but I know I must do this..... and funny enough, there is this baker's rack that was in our home growing up... then I repainted it (twice) and had custom glass shelves made for it; it has been with me since the 1980s. When I moved out of the house, my daughter and her family moved in and inherited the baker's rack. It's been in the garage, and she literally just asked me this morning if I wanted it or if she should donate it. I honestly have to admit I told her to let me think about it..... think about what? I don't have a place for it, and my fiance would kill me if I moved it to our garage. So, I let go and told her to donate it. Why does this make me feel sad? And the bigger question is, why do I become emotionally attached to things? Sigh. Maybe I treasure the memories associated with inanimate objects, and a part of me feels that I'm throwing those memories away? On the flip side, my mom and kids are really good at getting rid of things. I'm slowly but surely learning from them :)
I think you hit the nail on the head with your quote, "Maybe I treasure the memories associated with inanimate objects, and a part of me feels that I'm throwing those memories away?" That feeling is exactly what I was trying to convey in my post. The guilt and sadness directly correlate with feeling like we are forgetting the person and the shared memories. Yet, what happens when we are gone, and no one else wants whatever we have so carefully saved? What a blessing that both your mom and kids are comfortable with letting go of objects. Maybe makes the guilt a tiny bit easier?
Haha yes it does!!!