As a parent, one often finds themselves navigating the emotional landscape of their children’s creative expressions. If you’re the kind of parent who cherishes every single scrap of paper your child has scribbled on, decorating your social media feeds with their artistic endeavors, you might want to step away now; this piece might not resonate with you.
I recall a moment when my four-year-old son, Lucas, innocently inquired, “Where’s the drawing I made at school?” His wide eyes sparkled with curiosity, searching for his “masterpiece.” An immediate wave of panic washed over me. I had already seen the hastily discarded artwork resting at the bottom of the trash bin, half-buried beneath leftover dinner scraps, which prevented any chance of a last-minute rescue.
My mind raced as I pondered who to blame. My partner, James, who often takes the fall for such mishaps, was out running errands. I had just used my go-to excuse yesterday: “How strange! I have no idea how that ended up in the trash.”
So, how do I delicately address his innocent question without shattering his spirit and leaving him scarred for life, lamenting over his mother’s disregard for his creativity?
Call me harsh, but I had grown weary of pretending that every chaotic scribble from my son was a stroke of genius. While I admire his creativity, let’s be honest—he’s just four years old, and much of what he creates resembles mere doodles that belong in the bin.
With a deep sigh, I decided to be honest. “I threw it away,” I confessed, my heart racing.
I looked into his eyes, waiting for tears—hoping he could still love me despite my apparent lack of appreciation for his artistic efforts, which often consisted of a few errant lines and a questionable shape. Could I take back my words, say we left it in the car, and pin the blame on James later?
Silence hung in the air, broken only by his blank stare.
“Lucas,” I said softly, running my fingers through his tousled hair, “You create something new every day. I just can’t keep everything. But the really special pieces? They can go on the fridge!” I quickly added under my breath, “And the rest? Well, they’ll go in the garbage.”
To my surprise, he brightened up and replied, “Okay! Can I draw another picture?”
Now, the fridge has become a cherished gallery, displaying the finest works from both Lucas and his older sister, Mia. There’s limited space, so older creations must rotate out to accommodate new ones.
This experience has taught my children that not all artwork is equally valued, and I won’t rave over every piece they produce. Only those truly deserving of a spot on the fridge receive the honor. They take immense pride in their “fridge-worthy” creations, and I relish the reduced clutter in our home. Most importantly, I no longer find myself digging through the trash.
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Summary
In navigating the world of my children’s artistic expressions, I found it necessary to be honest about discarding some of their creations. This led to valuable lessons about valuing special work while maintaining a less cluttered home. The fridge has become a selective display space, where only the most cherished pieces are showcased, fostering pride in my children’s creativity while also allowing me to avoid the chaos of clutter.