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