For about the third time in my life as a parent, I’m doing a major crap reorganization. And by crap, I mean the sentimental things near and dear to my heart that I cherish almost as much as life itself.
Almost every time we move, I reorganize these boxes of memorabilia, which are marked with a large black-Sharpie M with a circle around it. These are not to be confused with the financial papers, labeled with a large capital F with a circle around it. The circle is code for Don’t throw this away ever or you will be hounded by the IRS or Mom’s rotting corpse, one scarier than the other.
I try to throw away at least a category every time I reorganize. Two moves ago, I got rid of all multi-media, 3-D elementary school art. Yes, that means you, autumn leaf notebooks, and you, projects with more glue than cuteness. And especially you, participation trophies with misspelled names. Last move, I got rid of most graded papers, all of my notes from a weekly newspaper editors’ conference I attended in 1989, and anything on a paper plate.
Once I meet my throw-away quota, I get to marvel at the cool stuff I’ve saved. And this time I was reminded of several things. [Read more…] about Reminders in the Basement