Between Karla and I, we used Karla's Days 8 and 9 and my Day 9 to clean our china cabinet of 26 baby bibs. It wasn't until later at night last night did Z notice mom taking some things away. A vocal protest ensued with arguments for keeping to include "no," "mine," and "no take my bibs." Oddly enough, even when Z was bib-using age, bibs were not things she generally liked wearing or using, at least during meals. To be fair, she liked opening the drawer and pulling the bibs out.
But there's certainly something to be said about the comfort of having things belong to a person. Even if I believe there to have been minimal attachment or sentimentality to the object, Z had a very visceral and real reaction to the thought of her possessions being taken away at its most basic level.
She did not sign-up for the Minimalist Challenge. I suspect there may be more difficult times ahead. Hang in there.
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