I am constantly trying to talk my kids into recycling their toys. They are always coming in, they rarely go out. The house is a mess and Mom gets mad and frustrated. Several times during de-cluttering this doll has been on the list to give or throw away. My husband actually has thrown it away before, but I rescued her. Her hair was graying from dirt, she was covered in pen marks, this photo actually has her looking pretty good. I always saved her, because she was my baby doll. My dad died when I was 9 and my Mom moved us to Utah shortly after. We were limited on the number of toys we could keep and move and this baby doll was one of my prized keepsakes. I have been trying to simplify many areas of my life and to teach my children that stuff doesn't make us happy. People and experiences is what makes us happy. Trying to follow God's plan makes us happy. So I decided the day had come that I had to practice what I have been preaching to my children and I let baby doll go. I never even named her. I even have tears in my eyes as I write this. But honestly, the memory attached to this doll is not a happy one. The memory of this doll represents a sad and major life change I experienced. It doesn't celebrate the life of my dad. I took a picture of her before I let her go to remember how much I loved receiving her. She was so beautiful and she was special enough to be on my "keep" list when we moved.
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