how clearing clutter made me a better mom

Over the past year I purged over 70% of everything I owned.

Yes. It might even be more, but most of it.

This is why:

For years I managed stuff. I didn’t think of it as managing, but it really was this complicated system of managing things and keeping it put away and sorted. There were boxes, labeled, and full of stuff that I might someday need. There were memory boxes, toys, books, kitchen gadgets, tools, gardening stuff and on and on and on.

I didn’t think of it as clutter.

But it was, plain and simple, clutter.

Instead of spending time on things I loved I was spending time, on what I thought was most important, managing the clutter so that everything was ordered.

The clutter of stuff preoccupied my mind. Target would put storage bins on sale and I’d think that I needed new ones to sort the stuff and make it look better. Instead of getting rid of games and Christmas I’d add to the existing ones. And on and on. So my garage became a storage room of stuff that needed to get to Good Will.


It was robbing me of my motherhood time.

I know that seems extreme, but it was. And last year I bought the life changing magic of tidying up (affiliate link) and started the journey of changing my life. I didn’t know how much mental energy was spent taking care of clutter. I didn’t want certain doors opened if friends came over, dressers were bursting with shirts so when laundry was done it was a chore to put it away, there were more books than could be read. And I was mentally exhausted.

It was challenging in the beginning to get rid of things.

What about the memories? And a deeper part of me was afraid of letting go for fear that I couldn’t replace what I got rid of. So letting go was, in some ways, a trusting of abundance in life.

What I didn’t realize was how letting go and being willing to part with stuff allowed me to become a better me and a better mom . As bags filled and van loads left the weight on my heart and my agenda lightened. And, sweet mom, I mean lightened. Instead of wondering about getting rid of stuff now I actively looked for more to let go of.

Space became valuable, not stuff.


Now I could put clothes away easily. Now my kids didn’t throw all the clothes on the floor. There were less dishes. Bikes put away easily. Homework had a spot. Books we loved.

And spaces for my eyes to rest.

It helped my anxiety, helped ease my mind.

I always knew less was more, but until I lived it?

I didn’t believe how true it was.

So how about you?

Do you need to clear clutter? Are you afraid of it? Or have you done this journey?

Try this one thing today – you are going to throw one hundred things away and donate one hundred more. Yes. That is two hundred things out of your house that YOU DO NOT HAVE TO MANAGE.

Less clutter, better mother.

Hahaha that’s my new slogan.


ps. And I do not think there is a guideline for clutter — it really is a house to house, family to family coming to grips with how much is enough.

pss. And if you want more — you can read about my journey with the Konmari method of decluttering and sign up for emails that will guide you through my own get rid of stuff journey. Here’s the intro post to get on the email -> the tidying up letting go challenge.

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8 Responses to “how clearing clutter made me a better mom”

  1. April 13, 2017

    Jami Reply

    I wish I could just begin this process… I feel like I’m suffocating. And my motherhood is being stolen because right this minute I’m inside trying to manage the messes when I want to be outside playing with my boys.

    • April 24, 2017

      Dee Reply

      Jami – you are not alone. The clutter not only steals my time from my boys, but has turned me into a yeller. I H A T E being late…but the clutter makes it hard for anyone to get out of the door on time.

      • April 27, 2017

        Rachel Marie Martin Reply

        That is me. too. all. the time.

        My motto again? Less clutter, better mother.


  2. April 14, 2017

    Dawn Reply

    We are about to move to a new, bigger house. And I desperately want to only take 40-50% of our stuff with us. With 8 kids still at home, I feel overwhelmed with doing it all. I need to start packing, but I don’t want to pack all the cr*p.

  3. April 14, 2017

    Ann Reply

    when all the clothes are washed, have the children sort into piles what they like (and fits), what no longer fits (give away), and stuff to throw away.

  4. April 23, 2017

    Bill M Reply

    If only you could replace the word “mother” with the word “father”, then this would be a good article. It’s to bad you feel as if men are not even part of the parenting team.

  5. April 23, 2017

    Catherine Reply

    Confession: I accidentally dropped a crystal Easter bowl that I store and get out each year at this time. It was one of the few things I got from my grandmother, but I don’t have any memories of it other than getting it given to me after her death. But I dutifully store and show, store and show. The moment I dropped it and it shattered into too many pieces to ever glue, I felt, relief. Then of course regret, frustration, sadness. But that moment of relief is sticking with me, and making me realize I should be willing to part with much more (before it is broken!). That tidying book is amazing. I also agree with this excellent blog – I am spending time getting out and storing things that don’t give me joy. I need to stop.

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