This weekend we are embarking on what feels like a milestone a
suburban rite of passage; our first garage sale.
I grew up in a condo and then lived in an urban area. Garage
sales were things I would visit on occasion but never had. Our
space was too small to accumulate enough for a sale. We would just
donate it throughout the year to various charities.
We've been in our suburban house for almost five years, and have
two additional kids. What they say is true, you gather enough stuff
to fill the space you have. The growing amount of clutter has been
driving me mad since the moment I was up and walking around after
we had our fourth. Especially the clothes! With four kids, two of
them girls, we have amassed a store's worth of clothes in every
size from birth through age 7.
So I'm sorting, and tagging, and purging this week in prep for
having a one-day garage sale this weekend. Nothing is safe. I'm
cleaning out closets and going through toys. If I had my way more
than half of our stuff would be out out! As much as we try to keep
our life small and simple, with four kids it rapidly grows. It
can't be stopped. There will always be another birthday or holiday
that friends and family want to celebrate.
As I have been prepping for this rite of passage into suburban
life I didn't expect to be overcome by anything other than a sense
of relief and cleansing, like a big breath of fresh air as there
was more room to move. I was not ready for the overwhelming sadness
some of these little dresses would evoke in me. I don't have
anymore little girls. As I packed up maternity clothes it hit me
that I will never be pregnant again, never get to watch my bump
grow (and never have an excuse to eat a package of Oreos!)
This garage sale isn't just a rite of passage into full-fledged
suburban life. It's a coming out party and it's our declaration
that we are putting the baby years behind us. I knew it would come
someday but that day always seemed really far away. Now it has a
date: June 15.
We're publicly declaring that we are a complete family.
It's awesome and a little scary.
No more babies...good thing I have 12 months (hopefully more!)
before this newest one enters toddlerhood. I think I'm going to
need the baby snuggles to get over selling the baby clothes!
Melissa is mom to 4 kids and 2 angels. She chronicles the sticky bits of motherhood at Peanut Butter in my Hair.
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