It was Bennett's last day of school today. He came bounding off the bus and into the house. He immediately exclaimed "Mama, I wanna show you something!" He yanked no less than 5 various school projects our of his backpack (as per usual) and proceeded to take me through each one, telling me what it was. I mean, it is pretty darn cute to see how proud he is of this crafts.
But let's be real, I can't keep everything he brings home from school, that would just be ridiculous. I have been picking and choosing the most significant projects, photos and papers to keep in a preschool memory box for him. The rest? They get tossed.
But you see, I'm usually very calculated about when I toss the unwanted school crafts. I generally wait until he's in bed or preoccupied doing something else. But today? Let's just say I made a rookie parenting mistake. I really should have known better.
After we moved his projects onto the kitchen counter so that "Brother can't reach them", I saw the pile of projects from the previous school day. Without thinking, I gathered up the miscellaneous papers, including a Luau Party Hat made of standard white paper, barely holding together with one lone staple, and tossed them in the garbage.
"MOMMY NOOOOOOOOO!!!! MY PARTY HAT MAMA!!!"
Followed by tears, and pure and utter devastation. He was crushed.
Then it hit me. These little projects that they work on, they put all of their heart & soul into decorating and coloring them, as if it was a million dollar piece of art. And even though I love them to death, I really didn't think of it from his perspective. Because 1) He worked so hard on that hat that I just carelessly threw into the garbage and 2) What if he thought I didn't like it?!
I couldn't bare the thought. I so assured him that I did love his Luau Hat and that it was a mistake that I threw it away. I pulled it out of the bin, and had him put it on. I told him I wanted to take a picture of him in it because he looked so wonderful wearing his hat, which clearly, he does. And I'm pretty sure he forgave me right then & there. Whew.
I could have told him the truth. I could have told him that we simply can't keep everything he brings home. But right then? When I saw his sad puppy eyes, I just couldn't. It's kinda like Santa Claus, I will let him go on believing that I am keeping every single thing he brings home, just for a little while longer, at least. :)