Lesson Learned — Now You See It…
With three frummettes running around, you can imagine the amount of “art” projects that appear on a regular basis.
I throw most of them out.
Yes, you read that correctly.
I throw most of them out. Or, to be more accurate, I place them in the recycling bin. In the still of the night. With no one to witness what I imagine is, at the very least, a mommy-misdemeanour.
I throw them out because most of the so-called art is scribble-scrabble. And while each and every paper, mug, mobile, etc. displays some acquired skill, it would be irresponsible to pretend that it is amazing, stupendous, etc. Because most of it is chazarai.
I pull aside a few things each academic year and, a few years ago, began to ask each child to decide which pieces to keep and why. I then record the answer on it so that I can remember why I saved a picture of Santa (Beernut was proud that after two years of OT that he could cut ’round the corners).
Tonight, while unloading the dishwasher, it became clear that I ought to start photographing the artwork as well.