Myra Faye Turner, Writer
The other day I was looking for some new music to play , when I ran across a Wiggles CD. When my son was a toddler, we couldn't go anywhere unless I played his CDs, including the Wiggles. Of course, we haven't listened to any of these toddler tunes for at least eight years but for some reason, I'm hording them like a precious commodity. Maybe I'm saving them for my grandkids?
This got me to thinking about all of the other keepsakes I've amassed over the years. I have a huge plastic container full of memorabilia and am working on a second one. Not to mention a gazillion digital photos and several hundred printed photos. I'm not a pack rat but when Tyler was born, I decided I would keep as much stuff as possible, so that he could have memories when he became an adult. I suppose it has something to do with my own childhood. I have practically nothing to prove that I was actually a child. Maybe I was born an adult? But I digress.
What few items I had accumulated, I lost most of them ten years ago thanks to a little lady named Katrina. So now I'm even more adamant about documenting Tyler's childhood and teen years. But where should I draw the line? How do I decide what's really a keepsake and not some old junk?
I decided to bite the bullet and sort through the "big blue bin of memories", as I call it. I found some interesting items. At first glance, his journal from first grade seemed like a likely item to chuck but as I skimmed through it, I found some poignant and innocent writings. For example:
"Today is Monday. The date is November 26, 2007. It is a rainy day. Today is Tyler's birthday. He is 7 years old. We ask God to bless Tyler in a special way on his special day. Happy Birthday Tyler enjoy your day! Today is also Sr. Carmen's birthday We ask God to bless Sr. Carmen in a special way too."
Okay, this is definitely a keeper. Plus, the dude could spell his ass off, even in first grade.
A giant Ziploc bag from his first haircut at age five. Keeper.
Too many certificates, awards and ribbons to count.
Keep. Keep. Keep.
Reading log from summer reading program from six summers ago. Yep, I can definitely toss that puppy.
A set of Baby Mozart CDs I won when I was pregnant! Okay, again with the CDs. Let. Them. Go.
His tiny feet prints, given to me by the hospital. Definitely keep.
As I continued to dig deeper. I kept finding things I couldn't bare to part with. I have all of his school work that was sent home from Kindergarten, until at least, the fifth grade. I realize I probably need to sort through these memories and limit what I keep. But I just can't seem to let go. I'll definitely keep all the cards and craft items he made for me. I enjoyed reading his thoughts, so I'll keep his journals. In fact, I'm glad they journal in school (at least in the lower grades) I think he's going to love reading them as he gets older. I'll keep all the important stuff like record cards, progress reports, awards and such. But do I really need the student handbook from second grade? Probably not.