It’s
Only Stuff. But, It’s Their Stuff.
Once
we get older and our families are grown we sometimes look around and
wonder how we gathered so many possessions! Things we will never use
again and may never have a need for again! But, one never knows for
sure and after all those things don’t eat!
The
things we become so attached to and cannot bear to part with have
such meaning to us. It can be a very emotional moment when we lose
something that we just know we had! We hate to think any one item has
found it’s way out of our possession. After all, it has a deep
purpose to us.
Our
grown children ( and other relatives) often ask us exactly what that
purpose could possibly be. This is a good point which we should
explore.That particular item may represent a time in our career when
we lacked that tool or item and to us it represents
climbing to success and acquiring that tool or item. Still
another meaning may be symbolic of a time in our life when we could
not even dream of owning that particular item, because perhaps we had
humble beginnings or a very rough childhood. Still other items may
represent our own meaning of luxury; I really don’t need it, but I
have it if I ever want it! Still another meaning may be
this is where I was in life when I acquired that or this is what
happened in my life and I bought that.
Milestones
and memories can all be symbolized by our “stuff” .So liquidating
our precious belongings can be like dissolving the meaning of our
life. I once had a conversation with someone, discussing his
consideration of moving to another state. He shared that he had so
much stuff it would take ten moving vans to move it all. I suggested
he eliminate and his answer was direct and to the point. He said ”
I can’t do that it took me all my life to get it all!” A point
well made and well taken.
Simply,
it was ” his stuff”. He should not have to eliminate if he
chooses not to do so. In our golden years we are so often put in a
position to give up all of “our stuff”. When that happens it may
have a drastic effect. Many times people give up when they are forced
into that position.
I
remember my own dear mother who hated to give up her belongings, so,
we moved them all. Piles of magazines, piles of newspapers, balls of
string and aluminum foil, boxes of buttons and odd dishes and glass
ware that matched nothing. When her two grandsons went and helped her
move every little thing she cherished, she was mentally and
emotionally ready to move to another state for good. We put it all in
storage and would go get whatever she wanted to look at, upon demand.
Sometimes I would take her to the storage unit just to see that all
her treasures were in fact intact. This seemed to help her
accept she was growing older. We took all her stray photos and
organized them into memory books which she later looked at daily
after she was stricken with a mild form of dementia due to strokes. i
have never regretted doing any of these things.
Seniors
having their “stuff” whether it be from Cabbage Patch dolls in
the attic and kitchen gadgets in the cupboards to textbooks in the
basement, or nuts and bolts and car parts in the garage, to five
kinds of lawn mowers in the out building, need all these things. You
see, it is not things, it represents their lives, and yes it is only
“stuff” but, it is “Their Stuff”
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