The True Vyne

Pooh Bear announced Thursday that she'd removed the all the contents from under her bed, in her closet, and in drawers and had put them in the middle of her floor for me to sort.  I've always helped my children dejunkify a few times a year, but this was the first time a child initiated.  I thanked her and told her I'd get to it when the time was right. Inwardly, I calculated hours of service to the project.  She mentioned, "Mom, there is no room to walk in my room.  Won't you do it now?"
My reply, "Not tonight, Love.  Going to my class.  I'll get to it soon."  Yesterday was the day to get down to it.  I spent six solid hours weeding clothes, hair bows, headbands, jewelery, stuffed animals, barbies, art projects and supplies, books, littlest pet shops, doll clothes, and keepsakes.  I came up with three full trash bags and two rubbermaid containers of give-aways.  She was left with only one rubbermaid box of special toys and some prized stuffed animals given to her as presents.  I'm so proud of how she lets go of things so easily.

Thankfully, it's never been a battle with any of my children.  When they were too little to be willing to part with things, I did cleaning while they were away.  Only once did I make a terrible mistake.  I got rid of a truck that looked like a dinosaur (only to my son, Wise One)- and he loved dinosaurs more than life.  A few years ago, Wise One gave his entire dinosaur collection, kit and kaboodle, to a dear little boys who was astonished at such a great blessing.

I'm proud of my givers.  I think it will serve them well the rest of their lives.