My son collects junk. If I didn’t go through his pockets before I did the laundry, I’d have a broken washing machine every week. If I dare throw away any of this junk, I’m in trouble. Why? Because it’s not junk. He is seven years old, and it’s his treasure.
Today, I decided to clean out his bedroom while he was out. It looks like something from an episode of Hoarders and I couldn’t stand it for one more day. I spent over an hour in there and I left with a surprisingly empty rubbish bag and a heart full of love. Instead of trashing his junk, I photographed it.  Now his treasures will always remain my treasured memories of a little boy who sees beauty is little things. 
I present to you my son’s treasures.

He made all of these things and they have pride of place. I love that he is proud of the things he can create.

He has made these boats with his Daddy on various weekends and school holidays. They are made from plastic, fabric, polystyrene and memories.

Under the desk. This box contains all that is precious in his world. You see junk. He sees treasure beyond measure.

Little Man goes to sleep cuddling all of these every night. Each one contains treasured memories.

Do your kids collect junk? Do they sleep with strange things? Please share!
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