I Have a Box Full of Memories
I admit to some pack ratting. I am not a hoarder, but I tend to keep things that bring me back a smile or two, or warm my heart. Things with meaning, that remind me of my children, like baby teeth, locks of their hair, and their art.
Their art.
I have now 3 plastic tubs full of drawings and paintings from the time they could scribble. I don't keep every single thing, but the ones that are milestones, or sentimental towards me or their family, and of course the aesthetically pleasing ones too... some of those I still have on my fridge. :)
Anyway, I was digging through one the other day, and little pieces of the last 8 or so years would flood back to memory. Like the Spidey obsessed days with my oldest, and middle one, too. Sooo many drawings of Spidey, Doc Ock, and such. Then the ones with the million hearts, and the likeness of me. I love you Mommy....
I don't even need to read the back to know who did the drawing...so distinct are their individual styles. :)
Now, my little guy has started to draw people... well circles with lines coming out of it for legs and arms, scribble on top for hair... lol! His name, he just learned to write, attached to all of them. And then there are his abstract paintings where he just plays with color, then got the idea on his own to crinkle the paper up, mashing the colors together and making expressionist art! Just beautiful! Don't know where he gets that! ;)
I, of course, seem to be the only one appreciative of these efforts. To someone else, my tubs of art, are clutter. To me, they open up my world, and drench me in happy memories. That makes them a priceless treasure in my opinion....silly sentimental mushbucket, I am.....
*destry is tearing up reading this... stupid hormones* :P
Their art.
I have now 3 plastic tubs full of drawings and paintings from the time they could scribble. I don't keep every single thing, but the ones that are milestones, or sentimental towards me or their family, and of course the aesthetically pleasing ones too... some of those I still have on my fridge. :)
Anyway, I was digging through one the other day, and little pieces of the last 8 or so years would flood back to memory. Like the Spidey obsessed days with my oldest, and middle one, too. Sooo many drawings of Spidey, Doc Ock, and such. Then the ones with the million hearts, and the likeness of me. I love you Mommy....
I don't even need to read the back to know who did the drawing...so distinct are their individual styles. :)Now, my little guy has started to draw people... well circles with lines coming out of it for legs and arms, scribble on top for hair... lol! His name, he just learned to write, attached to all of them. And then there are his abstract paintings where he just plays with color, then got the idea on his own to crinkle the paper up, mashing the colors together and making ex
I, of course, seem to be the only one appreciative of these efforts. To someone else, my tubs of art, are clutter. To me, they open up my world, and drench me in happy memories. That makes them a priceless treasure in my opinion....silly sentimental mushbucket, I am.....
*destry is tearing up reading this... stupid hormones* :P
By:
destry
Age:
46-50
