Every Monday I post Real Life Minimalists, a profile of one of my readers in their own words. If you’d like to participate, click here for details.
This week we have an inspiring story from Anne S., who’s trying to recreate her own carefree, minimalist upbringing for her two young children.
I was born into a minimalist family. We never used the word minimalism that’s just how we lived our lives. The only furniture in the living room was a love seat, chair, and a side table with a lamp. We had a small TV in the corner which we hardly ever watched except for movie night on Fridays. My bedroom had a bed, desk, and a small bin for my toys. I loved it! I had so much room to dance,play, and imagine. Saturday mornings was the day everyone helped clean house. It took about an hour and a half to do the whole place and then we had the rest of the weekend to spend time together as a family.
Our holidays where minimal too. My mom loved a good celebration, but it was never about things. It was always about family. Sure sometimes I would be jealous of the huge dollhouse complete with furnishing and mounds of dolls my friends had. But while my friends had their dolls ride on toy horses I was in my backyard riding on my dad’s back. Even as a little girl I knew I was lucky to have parents who were always ready to play with me and my brother.
I was a typical teenager. Wanting to wear the latest fashions and have the latest gadgets. It wasn’t until I moved into my first apartment that I realized how on target my parents are. I think most people have a period of excess in their lives that makes them truly appreciate the freedom of having less. I became a minimalist once again and remembered the joy it brings you.
As a mother of two young children I’m trying to recreate my carefree childhood. I want to raise my kids like my parents. I want their childhood to be bike rides and beach trips. I hope to teach them that life is about finding joy and happiness in yourself not in the things you buy.