I’ve been looking forward to this day in a lot of ways, but also dreading it. It’s hard to think of Corde all grown up and how much she’s changed over the past several years. She somehow went from being a little bratty princess (and she would tell everyone that she was bratty, so her words, not mine) to being this mature kind of girl. It’s great, and is going to make my life so much easier, but it’s also kind of sad. It feels like it’s all happening too soon.
So what is this cause for my feelings? Corde has decided to give up most of her toys. She’d rather have room for her art supplies in her bedroom, maybe get a computer. She’s decided she’s too grown up for most of it. She’d rather move on to other things. I can understand. When I was her age I gave up most of my toys too. Well, I still had them, but I only ever played with a select few.
Corde’s toys aren’t going far. They’re going to Oz’s cousin’s daughter, so Corde can still visit with them, play with them, all of that. She really hasn’t been playing with them, so it’s good for her. She’ll have that much more room when she’s done downsizing it all. She’s still going to keep her American Girl dolls and some of her favorite stuffed animals. She’s got some other stuff she’s keeping, but the Barbies and Littlest Pet Shop toys are all going. Beekee and Sander like the Barbies well enough, but I don’t think they’ll notice that they’re gone. They have other dolls to play with that I’m a lot more comfortable with. I’ve always had a problem with the image Barbies presented, but I didn’t know how to tell my family I took issue with it. I’m not going to be completely sad to see them go.
We’re going to be downsizing the boys toys too, but not to the same extent. They’re still very much into toys. Corde likes to play with their toys too, but it’ll be a good exercise in more minimalist living. We only want to keep the things she truly wants. She’s going to be setting a positive example for her brothers.
On we move, into new things. Corde is growing up. She’s almost to the point of being called a “preteen”, which is scary enough. It’s not something any of us are really ready to face. I’m looking forward to following her journey into adulthood, a journey that’s approaching far faster than I really wanted it to, but everything happens when it needs, not when you want it to.