The Urge to Purge

Kids come with a lot of stuff. First-time parents believe, whole-heartedly, that precious Baby needs every new bouncy chair, ergonomic carrier, organic rubber squeaky giraffe and all-natural baby balm that hits the market. And so we frantically stock up on these items, reading Amazon reviews and weighing the pros and cons of disposable diapers vs. cloth.

The result is a veritable stuff explosion. By this I mean, like a bomb that goes off in your previously pristine adult abode. Half of this plastic junk is designed for large suburban homes, not narrow urban Victorians – so of course you have to sell the coffee table to make room for the Exersaucer. True story.

In our house, we are not huge fans of stuff. My husband would prefer to live in a monastic cell with only his rice bowl and hessian robes for worldly goods. There are definitely times that I’m right there with him, daydreaming of lighting a match and sending all of our crap up in flames as we march off into the sunset to live like nomads. The thing that I have always loved about long stints of travel is how completely unencumbered you are by things. You’ve got one bag, that’s it, you pack it, you move on, you unpack it, and so on.

I admit I have a split personality when it comes to things. There was a time in my life when I owned very little, and between the ages of 18 and 26 moved house, city and country more than 25 times. With each move, I was bound to let a few things go. All of this moving found my husband and I washing up on Toronto’s shores in 2003 with a few bags but not a stick of furniture between us. Friends supplied us with old IKEA bits and we were off. Stuff accumulation began. Snowballed. Getting married and having a baby are really good ways of collecting things too. We now live in a 2.5-storey house that is packed to the rafters with our own personal flotsam and jetsam.

In my defence, I’m not about to be featured on that show about hoarders. I can still find my bed with ease. Back to the split personality – I keep way more things than I should, mostly because I hate for things to go to waste and I feel almost panicky at the thought of landfill. Horrors like the Pacific Garbage Patch haunt me. So if I’m going to get rid of something, I want to do it responsibly. I want my things to find new life somewhere else, with someone else. Just anywhere but here.

The last couple of years have not seen much purge, for pretty good reasons. After all that has happened with Bean, all by himself he has been on a pretty good roll of stuff collection. The kid has received more gifts and toys than any 4-year-old really should, but I can’t possibly complain about the generosity of our friends, family and perfect strangers who have been so giving to him. He is also a prolific artiste, and brings home reams of paintings and whole galleries of sculpture from his various activities. He is rightfully spoiled rotten. And THIS is where this mama has issues – like a hoarder I’ve become sentimentally attached to his stuff, even if it’s a crappy old sticker book or scribble drawing he did when he was 2.

Today is the first day of spring, but you wouldn’t know it by the swirling snowflakes circling my window. With spring comes spring cleaning, and I’m determined to ruthlessly cull the herd.

The process has begun with a Goodwill clothes drop. I didn’t have much luck selling things on craigslist or Kijiji. Then the light bulb went off: why sell things when I can just give them away? After all, we have been on the receiving end of SO much kindness and generosity, it’s time to pay it forward. And the craigslist people go crazy for free stuff. I have got rid of both a broken vacuum AND an unused sitz bath, amongst other, better quality things.

Now I’d better go tidy the hoarder’s pile office. I’ve got some purging to do.

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