Summer vacation has started, and with it comes a stack of papers. Each child brought home all the art work, writing, and other papers teachers save throughout the year. And it leads me to a question: what kind of mom am I? Am I the kind of mom who saves each child’s art or work? Or am I the kind of mom that tosses it in the recycle bin? Even if I only save “the best representation of this year’s efforts” that adds up to quite a bit of paper. And I live in a small house, with limited storage.
Though even if I had the most organized of all home offices, with plenty of drawer space for each child’s work, really, am I that kind of mom? Stuff bugs me. I don’t want it, even though I seem to have accumulated a house full of it.
And this art. What am I saving it for? Are my kids really going to want it when they are grown? I don’t have any of my first grade work, and you know what? I don’t miss it. But maybe my kids will. I can’t help but feel this is a sort of mom test. Will I be judged if I don’t keep it all? Or at least some of it?
Am I being ridiculous? Yes. There are real problems out there, stuff I should be honestly worried about. And here I sit, thinking about the bird collage Jett brought home. And what I should do with it.
I’m just not a saver. Really, I suck at it. I don’t save anything. Not money, leftovers, receipts, medical reports, aluminum foil, Ziplocs, you get the point. It’s a character flaw, I’m sure. Maybe I should start with something small. Maybe I should start saving their teeth. (ewww!)