I'm currently on bag 32 in my mission to clean 40 bags of stuff out of my house. Most of this stuff I got rid of without a second thought. One difficult bag was getting rid of baby clothes. I had passed on all clothes size 2T and above as my children outgrew them, but I had long kept one large Rubbermaid container full of baby clothes and blankets. It was hard to part with the handmade blankets people had made for me, but I want them to be used. I hope they find their way to good homes where they can warm other babies. Same with the baby clothes. I had such memories of my babies wearing them. But, my younger son is seven. The clothes can be used by others. I lovingly packed them and sent them off. I trust that if God ever sends another child my way, others will be generous.
I had a long debate over my wedding dress. Should I give it or keep it? I always felt bad that my mother didn't have her wedding dress - I would have liked so much to wear it at my own wedding. So, even though I know I could give it away and give someone else the opportunity to wear it, I fear giving it away in case I ever do have a little girl. For the time being, it is staying.
Overall, the process of purging is going well. I do wonder a little where this process is leading me. Why did I feel such a need to do this now? Am I getting ready for something I'm just not aware of, or was it just time to detach myself from all these things? Perhaps in time, I will know the answer to that question.