Friday, January 20, 2017
Another of the many things I did not know would happen upon becoming a parent: I am now a curator.
The closets are stuffed, under the beds are packed, the hallways are lined...with stuff. In the busyness, craziness, and exhaustion of mothering small children things have not been, shall we say, sorted properly. Schoolwork, artwork, toys, craft supplies, etc., etc., etc.
And it is my job to go through it all, piece by piece, and make decisions. Keep or toss. Recycle or upcycle. Take a photo and let go. Save.
Daunting. And a little sad.
We have been in our rented house almost eleven years now (we never planned on renting for so long!) and so much has happened and so quickly.
What to save? Every small bit holds a memory. An anchor to the fleeting moments of my kids' childhood.
So I edit and create the collection. It is a work in progress. With no end in site.
(The Pucci Pups above did not make the cut.)