I came home again from nursery this week laden with
another pile of crayon scribbles and junk art – my 3 year old’s morning’s work.
As I tipped it all into the recycle bin, I was slightly ashamed of my disregard
for my youngest’s artwork.
When your first child comes home from pre-school bringing
a drawing or sticking they have done there, it is usually blue tacked up on the
wall, and if it is particularly good, it may even be framed. It is certainly
kept. The second child’s creations might be stuck under a magnet on the fridge,
where it stays until it falls off. It might even then be put in a memory box of
their work.
The third child’s art will hang around the kitchen for a couple of months before it is recycled.
The fourth’s pieces of artwork do not even make it into
the house, they get surreptitiously put in the green bin at the bottom of the
steps before we’ve even reached the front door.
By the look of Rachel’s offering today, she clearly knows
where it is headed. Two straws and some tiny pasta stars are stuck on a piece
of blue paper, but the whole thing has been ripped in half and she presents to
me in two bits.
I am starting to think I may have given her a complex.
In our old house we had a superb system based on the fact
our children’s art was stuck on the side of the fridge next to the rubbish bin.
It was a pedal bin and the updraft as the lid opened and shut created enough
wind to ‘accidentally’ waft the drawing inside, thereby sparing everyone’s
feelings. We didn’t have the guilt of throwing it away and they didn’t notice
it was gone.
Brilliant. We may have to re-introduce that one.
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