I remember there not being seconds at supper (1960s), Mom would serve, deciding how much everyone got: Dad first, then each of four kids, then herself. I know this is part of who I am, and some of why the house is stuffed. My wife laughs at how much clothing I have, because I still have clothes from 1979. Well, mostly she laughs at my stuff from the Eighties. But I remember shopping at Goodwill or my mom making everything we wore. It's not worth the anxiety to not-have.