Losing My Job

I used to think I’m sentimental, but maybe I’m not. Tell me what  you think.

I don’t save much and by that I mean just about anything not nailed down. I’ve mentioned before I grew up in a museum which means if it didn’t look good on display or I couldn’t hide it from my mother then it got tossed.

I pretty much do the same thing. I never kept my children’s baby teeth. That grossed me out so I flushed them after the tooth fairy left the proper change under the pillow. I kept school art work for awhile, but after one box I grew tired and worried about storage space so I nixed that idea. I mean, are my kids really going to want every picture they drew at 5 when they’re my age?  I doubt it. I do have all the report cards, but the school went completely paperless. Do I print out the report cards now? Okay, okay, I did.

Husband has many antiques around that have been in his family for generations. I gave up trying to sell them but those that don’t merit display are tucked away and covered with a sheet.

I don’t have old boyfriend’s jewelry. I don’t keep all the cards I’ve ever received. I toss every Christmas card we get with the first of the New Year. Sorry. I do hang them up around the family room from the day after Thanksgiving until January 1 though.

What does this say about me as I look around my house? I have pictures of my children when their smiles were missing their front teeth, photos of my wedding day, now so long ago. I keep the rocker Husband made me as a birthday present. Tucked in my jewelry draw are all the necklaces and bracelets Daughter made me along with a poem written by Son when he was in the 6th grade. Propped on my desk keeping me company while I write are a collage photo box Son made me and duct tape flowers from Daughter as a Mother’s Day present.

Maybe I’m more sentimental than I thought. Looks like I’ll have to resign from the museum.


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