I love simplification. We really do have too much. Too much stuff. When it comes to toys, our house it too full! Today it seemed that everyone wanted the toy the other person had. Nothing was fair. No one wanted to share. So I quickly came up with a plan. Boy, it’s a good one. :) I packed every single toy away. The only thing I left out was the box of lego. There’s enough of that to keep 4 chillins busy I think.
We had some crying and pouting as I packed it all in my wonderful Rubbermaid bins but I was unmoved. Vicous I know. I want us to learn to comunicate kindly to each other. No more grabbing, mean looks.. or whatever else they do that they shouldn’t. If we take away all the toys they have nothing left to play with but each other and (in my plan anyway) learn to get along. There are other benefits as well. There aren’t a million distractions all over the floor, the apartment stays much neater and I don’t have to deal with the arguing over toys all day.
For a while after I packed everything up the kids walked around like lost puppies. I then suggested to them to play ‘otters’ like the cousins did the other day. Well, that seemed to spark something. They didn’t play otters but they made boats from cushions and from there turned into beavers building dams. We ( I should say, they) had chicken fights and played a couple crazy games of hide and seek. At one point there was a game of Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe tag going on around the van.
By the time we sat down at supper everyone was getting along. They talked together more and also had conversations with me more than usual.
At supper I told them to tell Daddy what they had been doing all day. One started to say, “Well, it wasn’t any fun without toys!”, but the eldest cut her off and said, “Yes it was! We had the best time ever!”.
I am looking forward to tomorrow to see what great strides we make towards having fun together.
As I was reading a story to the kids before bed I was assured that it was a good thing I had done. People have too much nowadays and it makes us greedy and unthankful. The story was about a family building their one room home on the Prairie. Here’s what was going on ‘way back when'”
…they had time to make a wooden door. Ma could hardly wait to have it fastened in the doorway. “It’ll be so nice having a real door,” she said. “And if we could just have a wooden floor-why then I reckon I’d have nothing more to wish for. Do you think we could?” she asked Pa.
I’m sure we can survive without a few toys around. And do it quite satisfactorily I’m sure. At least I’m loving it so far and it appears the kids are far happier and it’s only been a few hours. The imagination is a grand thing.