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The Knack of Letting Go

Over the winter season my spacious home began to feel cluttered as if the walls were caving in from a junk pile of toys.  If you were to  wander up to the top floor of my home you would discover a small space overlooking a beautiful window that the sun shines in through the silhouette of the trees. It was in that space my two boys played with their monster trucks and built their imaginary Lego worlds.

Yet, as time passed this winter, I would walk by this space noticing toys laying in piles accumulating dust that my boys once played with as children. This space no longer felt joyful but a depressed unwelcoming gateway leading into our bedrooms.

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All winter I walked by this space feeling heavy-hearted knowing this was a graveyard of forgotten toys. I would avoid the pulling knack in my heart that I had to clear the clutter and donate it all to charity. I also knew by doing this was recognizing that my boys were no longer young children and were on the verge of becoming teenagers.

Somewhere in the past few years they have grown before my eyes becoming their own unique and determined individuals. It was I who had to come to terms that my young sons  had grown up before my very eyes and with this acceptance meant letting go of the last chapter of their childhood by clearing out the wreckage of toys.

Over the weekend I made a pact to finally clear the clutter accumulated over these past few years that once brought joy, laughter, and creativity to my children. As I cleared this space over the weekend I knew a beautiful chapter of my family’s life was ending and we were shifting into new unfamiliar waters.

As a mother you always want your children to grow but there is a still always piece of your heart that longs for them to be your little child. I know that I have to slowly let go one step at a time as years go by until they grow into young men.

As my boys try to navigate the pathways of the teenage years they will have tough decisions that will lay ahead of them. As their mother I hope I continue to give them the tools to make wise choices and be compassionate towards others. I remember those discomforting murky teenage years well and for them to come out unscathed from teenager to an adult would be a miracle.

So as I hope for miracles I also realize there is freedom in the acceptance of growth and change. I have claimed their play space just for me. It is now a space that feels light and free. The perfect spot to lay a yoga matt, stretch, and meditate while learning to navigate the waters of the adolescent years.

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Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga

15 replies

  1. This is so beautiful, Darcie! Also it’s synchronicity because I know I have to do the same decluttering. If you can do it under those kinds of emotional circumstances I can do it, too! XO

  2. Darcie, I need to create a small space that is mine too… my youngest is 12 and I really need to clear out some of her clutter to get her more prepared for Junior high… This was a really sweet read xox

  3. I wonder if the same principle applies when you’re the one who has grown up and still has boxes and boxes of prized childhood possessions. Is it OK to keep things like your Barbie and stuffed animal collections, hoping that one day you can give them to your own children?

  4. beautifully written. I have spent the past 2 months purging and redoing this house before summer. it’s been a bittersweet balance of saying goodbyes…and welcoming anew. I gotta admit though, I am more than happy to reclaim some space from all the toys!! you would not believe the number of McDonald’s Happy Meal toys that I got rid of!!! it’s pretty shameful.
    but I feel we can all breathe… and grow, a little easier in this small space now.

  5. I constantly throw away things in order to keep clutter-free. Sometimes it’s painful. But I always forget the things I throw away, which tells me I made the right decision. Enjoy your “play” space!

  6. You made my eyes go tearful..I identified with you though my boy and girl are still kids..I would feel the same when they grow up into teenagers..I guess all mothers do..the way you described how those toys brought once joy and laughter to your kids is so impressive. ..thank you for sharing this valuable experience. .

  7. Life goes on well and full, as their play expands out in the world, Belle, and as your vision grows to include all of the new patterns of the family. Enjoy, my friend.

  8. I enjoyed reading the post, but it did make me feel a little sad for past times. I have two boys too, one of whom is now almost old enough to get married. He’s often off doing his own thing, but I still see him occasionally when he makes special guest appearances to drop off his laundry. I miss the times when the questions my boys asked me involved learning things rather than buying things. I miss when my jokes used to make them laugh rather than roll their eyes…

    Woah, this comment suddenly got way heavier than I was intending. Anyway, no point looking backwards. Next step, grandkids in a few years! Yay!

  9. A sad yet uplifting post…got a little teary eyed for a moment as I went through this with my kids ages ago….and then my grandson was born….our house is 1202 sq. ft. of toys! He is 3 1/2 yr. old now and lives with us….I keep joking (?) that we need to move to a larger house just so we can have a couple of dedicated rooms for his toys which currently occupy our t.v. room, living room, his room and his momma’s room….All I ever dreamed of was a craft room of my very own..*sigh* one day this will occur, perhaps before the arthritis in my thumbs becomes too bad to do any crafting!

  10. I can identify, Darcie. Maddie is 15 and Felix is 12, nd they’re thinking of clothes and time with their friends and not about lego or rag dolls any longer. Clearouts help me, and I like to buy new furniture to make grown up spaces for them to bring their friends. I long for and dread in equal measure the day when they will be gone all together.

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