Tossing the Precious: Why I Don’t Save Art Projects

Here’s a picture of a box of artwork I unearthed from under my son’s bed, in an ongoing effort to conquer the paper tiger around here, save what’s worth saving, and toss what’s not:

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This particular box escaped a big purge/organization I did last year (and am still recovering from; sorting through piles of papers, similarly to sorting through piles of clothes, is one of my least favorite tasks, above only weeding), so I wanted to paw through it and stash anything worth saving in the plastic boxes I filled last year.

Turns out, not so much of it is going to be salvaged.

But — some might say — aren’t these things precious? My sons — one of whom now wears deodorant and is headed to middle school next year — don’t do glitter and finger-paint anymore. Don’t I want to save this stuff forever?

No.

Thing is, much of what’s left here isn’t technically even artwork that they made, so much as it’s a pile of projects various daycare and preschool teachers led them to do. They were cute when they were brought home, but now? What do they mean to me? I did keep one or two of their endless daycare art projects (I was actually fortunate; I loved our daycare, and it was owned and run by a woman who was herself an avid crafter and scrapbooker, so they did some fun stuff), as a memory of the time and the place. But all the rest? The seasonal and easily forgotten projects like this:

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or this:

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Or this:

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It’s going in the trash. And I don’t regret a single flutter of glitter or piece of tissue paper.

What do you do with kids’ art?