Do you ever watch The Goldbergs? It is one hilarious show, especially if you lived through the 80s. Each episode is based on actual video footage of the real Adam Goldberg's family, and they show the video at the end of the episode. (Wednesday nights at 8:30 on ABC)
One of the most recent ones I've watched dealt with the mom, Beverly, going through the crafts her children have made throughout their entire lives. She kept everything. (See a clip here.)
While I'm not as bad as she is, I can relate.
One of my favorite days of the week is Friday, and not just because it's Milkshake Day. On Friday, all of the work Turken did at school that week comes home. There is at least one gem each and every week.
For example, last week gave us:
I love that kid.
And then there was this:
That would be a picture of Turken falling down our stairs. (I'm telling you, that fear is real.) It seems the big kids are not nearly as sympathetic as I am when it comes to injury, which is astounding, as I'm not all that sympathetic, either.
And then there are the bajillion crafts preschoolers bring home. So. Many. Crafts.
What are we supposed to do with them all? We can't live like Beverly.
In the basement is a tote for each of the kids. (I have no idea what size it is based on gallons. I just know it's not the biggest one offered. Small-medium size, I guess.) Inside, one will find Baptism certificates and the newspaper from the days they were born. In some one will find a favorite shirt or a jacket that all the kids wore. School photos and report cards and award certificates are there, too.
My favorite things, though, are the papers. The crafts and stories and homework assignments that made me laugh or get all mushy inside.
The beauty of this system, though, is that there is limited room. Each child gets one, and only one, box. When a stack of things comes home, I need to decide which ones are keepers and which ones are not. It has to be pretty good to make the cut. I can't keep just any old hand print. It has to be a special hand print.
I tell the kids that these are their boxes.
And they will be.
When I die.
For now, they are mine. As they get older, I will want to go through them every once in a while to think back to the adorable little beings they once were.
I will want to pull them out to show my grandkids in that window of time that they are interested in such things.
In a few months, my oldest will be 17 years old.
His box is almost full.
Hey Dyanne, do you happen to have any good ideas for a hand-print craft I could do with a 6'3" teenager?
What do you do/have you done with all of the things your kids have brought home? Be honest. Are you a Beverly?
Have a lovely day!