The Story of Stuff. I recently started reading a book called “The Story of Stuff”. Which is very fitting because I am not a fan of “stuff”. There are two parts to my dislike for stuff. The first is old, unused, taking up space stuff. Boxes of stuff that you own, and store but never use and which you refuse to part with. The second is people’s growing obsession with new stuff. The need to have the biggest, newest, and most expensive stuff when your old stuff works just fine. What most concerns me about people’s growing desire for stuff is how its going to affect my kids. Because truthfully, if you have a garage full of boxes of stuff, so much so that you can’t park in your garage, well I may never understand it, but I’ll never lose sleep over it either. But when I’m listening to people talk about the newest designer handbags and the latest tech toys it bothers me that my kids may value that kind of “stuff”. Until recently when I heard people throw around designer names and talk about getting Botox it was when I was watching an episode of Sex and the City or one of those Real Housewives shows. Now don’t get me wrong, I love every pair of boots that I own; I do my hair and make-up every day; and I don’t think I could live without my iPhone. I have no problem at all with people who like or have nice things. Heck I sometimes wish I had nicer stuff. But where do we find the balance? The latest and greatest “stuff” does nothing to add to my personal growth but it does decrease my personal wealth. And with all the new “stuff” that people are collecting, it makes me wonder what is happening to all their old stuff? Is it filing up their garages, our landfills? Where does all the stuff go? Will people ever be happy with the stuff the have when there is always something newer out there? Will it ever be enough?
My husband has this saying that I love, “YOU are your child’s favorite toy”. I think about that all the time. Especially now that my daughter is going to school full-time and we only have a precious few hours together each day. I’m trying hard to raise my children to be confident, kind and caring people. And I hope that somewhere in this materialistic consumer based world we are living in, they end up caring a little less about stuff and a little more about what truly matters. I hope that when they look back and think about our time together, they think about the fun times we had playing together and not the “stuff” I bought them.
Favourite Quote: “The happiest people don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything”
Until I write again…