1181) Too Much Stuff

“Why I Took My Kids Toys Away (and Why They Won’t Get Them Back)” by Ruth Soukup, September 14, 2012 blog at:



     I’ve been on a mission this year to simplify my family’s life and rid ourselves of excess.   Over the course of the past nine months I have probably given away about 75 percent of my girls’ toys, keeping only the items that I felt encouraged their imagination and that they actually played with.  I thought I was doing pretty good.

     Even so, there were warning signs that my kids still had too much stuff.  In June, we took a field trip to Reptile World in Orlando.  Afterwards we decided it would be fun to take the girls to dinner at a dinosaur-themed restaurant called T-Rex in Downtown Disney.  While we were waiting to be seated my oldest daughter Maggie spotted the Build-a-Dino Workshop in the gift shop.  Although we immediately said “no way,” from that moment on she could think of nothing else.

     All through our delicious dinner, surrounded by dramatic (fake) meteor showers and animatronic dinosaurs, she fixated on the one thing she couldn’t have rather than the cool sights we were actually experiencing.

     On the three hour drive home, Husband and I– seriously concerned by our daughter’s inability to enjoy the moment– made a point to talk about all the neat stuff we had seen and what our favorite reptiles were.  By the time we made it home the Build-a-Dino had been forgotten.  At least by her.  But we were worried.

     In the weeks that followed, Chuck and I talked a lot about how we were going to handle this lack of contentment we were noticing.  Then one morning near the end of July, after telling my kids to clean their room for the umpteenth time, I made the somewhat impulsive decision to take away ALL their stuff…

     I wasn’t asking them to clean some giant out-of-control mess, just to pick up a few items off the floor and put them away in the very clearly labeled baskets.  Every time I came back to check on them, they had not only NOT picked up, they had made an even bigger mess.

     I finally gave up and took it all away.  I wasn’t angry, just fed up.  I calmly began packing up not just a toy or two, but every single thing.  All their dress-up clothes, baby dolls, Polly Pockets, and stuffed animals, all their Barbies, building blocks, and toy trains, right down to the the furniture from their dollhouse and play food from their kitchen.  The girls watched me in stunned silence for a few minutes and then, when the shock wore off, they helped.  And just like that, their room was clear.

     I had no idea what a dramatic difference this one semi-impulsive decision would make in all our lives.  I first started noticing a real change about four weeks later when we took a family trip to Key West.

     In contrast to our last outing, and for the first time ever, neither girl asked us to buy a single thing the entire weekend.  Not a toy, not a cheesy souvenir, not a light-up necklace from a passing street vendor.  Nothing.  We passed hundreds of shops and they loved looking in the window, but they were content just to be.  What was most amazing to me was that we didn’t talk to them about it ahead of time.  Not once did we have to tell them not to ask, or explain that being together was what mattered.

     Had I not experienced it with my own eyes, I would’ve never believed that an addiction to stuff could be broken that quickly.  The truth is that when I took all their stuff away, I was terrified at what would happen.  I worried that I was scarring them for life, depriving them of some essential developmental need.

     In reality, the opposite has happened.  Instead of being bored, they seem to have no shortage of things to do.  Their attention span is much longer and they are able to mindfully focus on their task at hand.  They color or read for hours at a time and happily spend the entire afternoon playing hide and seek, or pretend.  They are far more content, able to appreciate the blessings that they do have, and able to truly enjoy the moment they are in without always having to move on to the next thing.  They are more creative and patient, more willing to share, far more empathetic towards the plight of others, and, with little to fight over, they hardly fight at all.

     When I do take down a toy for them to play with (no, I didn’t throw everything away), such as their Lego blocks or dress-up clothes, that one thing will entertain them for the entire day.  (The rest has more or less been forgotten and will soon make it’s way from the attic to the Goodwill pile.)

     What I love even more is that they are able to recognize excess on their own.  Aside from a favorite stuffed animal and the comforter on their bed, (which they both earned back), neither of them actually want their toys back on a permanent basis.  They like not being overwhelmed by stuff and not having to spend so much time cleaning their room.

     When I first became a mom I was so happy to have a chance to start over, to undo through my children all the wrong that was done to me, to give them everything I felt I had missed out on.  I wanted our lives to be perfect, and my vision of perfection included a perfectly decorated bedroom filled with beautiful things, a life where they would want for nothing.

     I equated giving them stuff with making them happy, a message that our consumer driven culture hammers into us from the time we are born.  Oh, what a lie!

     I am a shopaholic, and there are so many times that I buy things when I am bored or unhappy, just to fill the void.  My husband laughs at me (and sometimes throws up his hands in frustration) because although I talk a good game about wanting to downsize and get rid of stuff, in reality there are still many times where I just can’t help myself from buying more.

     I justify it, telling myself it was on sale or a really good deal, or something we really needed, or that I deserve it because I work so hard.   In reality, it is just another thing I am trying to buy to solve a problem that runs much deeper.

     Stuff isn’t evil in and of itself, but in a world where we are constantly told that what we have isn’t quite good enough, the love of things can so very easily consume us.  The pursuit of it all– more toys, cuter clothes, a prettier house, a nicer car, a bigger computer, a fancier phone– can make us forget all the things that actually matter.

     It wasn’t until after observing first hand the real and immediate changes in my children after taking their toys away that I truly began to understand.

     (Six months later):  After seeing the changes in our kids, my husband and I have been inspired to minimize our own excesses in stuff as well, and over the past six months we have continued to purge as much as we can.  Our goal is to live simply, to enjoy each other, and to be content with what we have.  We’re not there yet– a lifetime of always needing more is not an easy thing to break– but we’re getting there.


Luke 12:15  —  (Jesus said), “Watch out!  Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.”

I Timothy 6:6  —  Godliness with contentment is great gain.

Jude 1:2  —  Mercy, peace and love be yours in abundance.


Almighty God, judge of us all, you have placed in our hands the wealth we call our own.  Give us such wisdom by your Spirit that our possessions may not be a curse in our lives, but an instrument for blessing, through your Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord.  Amen.    

Lutheran Book of Worship, 1978, Augsburg Publishing House