One of the big changes is my pack-rat-ish tendencies. Thank goodness they've lessened. I've struggled for
Finally, finally, I've found myself changing in this respect. It sounds cliche, but things are just no longer as important. Now, there have been a few times already that I've recycled packaging only to regret it mildly later. If I'd still had it I could have returned the object - but in the end, it didn't reallllly matter. I guess this particular change started when I was pregnant - we got rid of a ton of stuff when we moved. But since Wiggles was born I find myself looking over the apartment wondering what else we can do without. I no longer feel compelled to keep gifts I have no use for (thanks MIL!) because they were a gift.
And, the best news for Wiggles and other future children, nieces and nephews - I no longer have such a strong tie with my toys. Yes. Toys. I.....have a collection of lovely plastic toys (like Playmobil) that I have loved dearly and cared for meticulously. And while one would assume it'd be natural to pass such a thing onto one's children, I had no intention of such. No sir. These toys were MINE. Mr. Random thought it was quite ridiculous, but I brought the toys into the marriage so he could do little about it. Guess what? I'm now happy to pass them on. When they no longer present a choking hazard, I hope Wiggles enjoys them. And if we end up with children who have no interest in the more girly toys...I'll be happy to pass them on to a niece who would like them. I think I nearly stopped Mr. Random's heart when I told him this. This is a HUGE change in outlook for me. And I couldn't be happier about it.