Box 4 of 9: Childhood Remnants
Strawberry Shortcake greeted me when I opened the box.
“Hello, my friend. I’ve missed you.”
And how did I respond? I shoved her into a bag destined for Goodwill. What a friend I am.
After forcing myself to let go of my Beanie Babies, I wasn’t looking forward to going through another box of stuff. My parents have space in their three-car garage for my remaining six boxes (they had room for all nine boxes!), so why bother? Someone else can go through all that crap when I die, right?
Wrong! I made a commitment to go through all of those boxes and I’m going to do it if it kills me!
Recently, one of my clients said something that I will soon be claiming as my own, professional organizer wisdom. He said, “The more [an item] means to you, the more it means to give it away.” And he’s right. It felt great giving my beanies to kids who would love them.
So back to Strawberry Shortcake. I didn’t send her off alone. She was joined by another doll and a walker. The stroller, though it held together well for the picture, was broken. It went in the trash.
I also said my goodbyes to my Barbie collection, which consisted of nine dolls (well, eight, plus one wannabe – hint: she’s the one on the end).
I couldn’t let them go without feeling one last tinge of guilt over not letting one of my dearest cousins play with them when we were of Barbie-playing age (I’m sorry, Marilu!).
Of the four male Barbies (Marbies?) that I had, I decided to save Prince Charming and the Beast for my nieces (ages 7 and 6) because I didn’t think that their Barbies had any male companions. I also thought they would think it was cool to have something that I played with when I was little.
Well, I would have been better off putting them in the donation bag.
I hid them behind my back and asked my oldest niece to pick a hand. She picked Prince Charming, so I gave the Beast to my other niece. She wasn’t happy.
“I want that one,” she cried, pointing to her sister’s new doll.
When she realized it was the Beast or nothing, she took it. And I learned a valuable lesson: Don’t give the girls anything unless the items are identical!
After all that drama, my spirits were lifted when I saw that all of my Barbie clothes and accessories were still in their respective Ziploc baggies. Did you think I was kidding when I said I was organized as a kid? Here’s the proof:
Into the donation bag the baggies went!
Not everything in the box went away. I did keep a few of my baby things: a towel, several blankies and a pillow with a cover that my mom cross stitched.
I have to admit that going through this box wasn’t so painful. I’m almost looking forward to the next one! Almost, I said.
Even though I won’t be reaching my goal of going through all the boxes by the end of this year, I hope to squeeze in another two boxes so that I end the year in a good place, from a mathematical point of view (6/9 = 2/3 of the way done).