Over the years, I’ve learned that normal is relative. The kids are pretty normal, but I see some hoarding tendencies that worry me. My oldest son loves hats. Although he claims to only have seven baseball caps, and I’m not counting. He also collects water bottles in his car, unintentionally, I think. My husband calls his car a recycling project.
My daughter has a collection of shoes that is on the hoarder side. I mean some of them are from high school. She graduated six years ago. My youngest also works the shoe gig. He has always been a stylish child. You have to admire a kid who asks if his shoes match his outfit.
The shoe thing is in the genes — my mom’s. She had a closet full of shoes — the entire top shelf of a giant linen closet was stacked to the ceiling with her shoes — neatly boxed. I never saw her wear any of them. She wore the ones in her own closet. It was kind of a collection.
Mom had a pair of blue satin shoes she got when I was born. They were still neatly boxed in that closet 30 years later when she died. Then, I took them home and kept them for another 10 years. OK maybe there is a little hoarder in all of us, but if I had kept them, they would be designer and vintage by now.