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Out With the Old, In With the NewPosted by Rachel on August 31st, 2011

Rick and I have got the spring cleaning bug. Sure, it hit us in mid-August, but that doesn’t take away from the satisfaction of a little purging and a lot of organizing. The things I fantasize about these days are storage tubs. Rick was kind enough to buy some new ones so that I could completely organize all of our children’s clothing. For some, it might not make a lot of sense to save and store several tubs full of various sizes of children’s clothing for both boys and girls, but we plan on having more children, so I know these clothes will get use in the future. The clothes I have saved from Kyrie’s younger days will certainly come in handy as Epiphany grows. And I would be happy if God decided to give us another boy, so I’m holding onto the blue fuzzy sleepers too.

I’ve never considered myself a packrat, but going through boxes these past couple weeks has been revealing. I finally got up the nerve to throw away dozens upon dozens of cards I’d collected and saved from past birthdays and my graduation. I decided it was time to let go. I surprised myself when I felt a twinge of pain when I heaped the pile of cards into the garbage. A little sadness and relief swept over me at the same time. I know that it was time. There is no use in keeping things that will remain in a box for years on end, forgotten for the most part.

That’s what I love about photos. I can save so many moments and memories. And the greatest part about digital photos is that they might take up some virtual space, but they won’t crowd your storage closet.

I am just a touch sentimental. I’ll wait till the flowers that Rick bought me are mostly dead before I throw them out. I just want to make sure I get the most use out of them as possible. I want to really appreciate them.

Getting organized is really making me feel better. It makes the daily messes feel more manageable, because I know that beneath the layers of duplo blocks and construction paper, there is a system that makes sense. There is a place for everything. I feel like I can breathe!

My desire to get things organized partly came from my realization that I will need some order to my life as I embark on homeschooling this year. This will be Kyrie’s first real year doing school, and I am starting to feel capable and prepared as I write out lesson plans and make sure all the colored pencils are in the same container.

A little summer cleaning is good for the soul.