Saturday, August 16, 2014

Adding another purple box to the stack.

It started with Kindergarten and then First Grade.
Oh fine lets be honest, it started long before that with every mark she made.
But if we are being really honest, I think we can say that this momma is getting better at this process every year.  [insert husband laughing in background while rolling eyes at wife]

I put it off all summer.  The ceremonial purging of the papers.  Third grade is already a week underway and we need the space.  So buck up mom, get it together, and let second grade carpet the floor in all it's glory.
....and so it did.  There lays Emma, swimming in a bask of second grade knowledge.  Did we really keep everything?  Uh, ya.  Sure did.  And the photos to prove it.
We've got every Daily Word Problem, Word Tests & Word Reviews, Math Assessments, Mystery opinion Writing, Iditarod, our first E-day experience, Vocabulary Parade, Learning To Be a Good Citizen, Munley Money, Union Express mail from friends, Writing Workshop...and the monthly Morning Work packets.  Lots of artwork, lots of special projects from State's Fair to Flat Stanley.  We have it all.
All these papers, all this work...all have an important part in our home.
Some make me realize, my daughter knows more about clouds than I ever will....
Some are sweet memories of the days she felt so proud of herself...
Some let me see where her sudden love for mysteries came from this year...
Some make her dad grin....
And some make her mom's heart melt...
Some remind mom and dad how important teachers are at noticing things that parents should, but didn't...
And some make us laugh...  (seriously, what kind of parents does this kid have?!)
Farmer Boy.  'nough said....
The past couple years of cleaning the bins, it was just me sorting and sifting.  Trying to choose the things that meant the most.  But this year, there was someone else who was deeply invested in the purging process.
It was unspeakable joy to see her be so still and re-read her work.  Gaze into the accomplishments.  Reflect on the efforts.  Then, as if my heart needed any more melting, she pipes up and says, "hey mom, remember this?"
Do I remember?  Oh my dear Emma, how can I not remember?!  Charlotte's Web.  I could blog a whole separate posting on this project alone!  But to answer Emma's question, I give back a simple "Yes, I surely do."  And that was all we needed to say to each other about that. 
See, I knew her question wasn't about remembering the book, but more so remembering the hours we spent reading together, working on the worksheets together, trying to predict the next chapters together.  And the moment we sat on the couch crying when we read Charlotte......well, ya know.  I love my daughter's heart and the moments we shared together with this book.

So we sorted, and we cleaned.  Making stacks to keep and stacks to recycle.  The end was in site and we came upon the official "Second Grade Memories."  I'll be honest, I didn't even open it and start reading.  I looked through it when she brought it home in May and it was wonderful.  Today it shall be remembered as wonderful and soon enough it will be looked through again.  Emma did announce, "Mom, Mrs. Munley said we are never allowed to lose this and we must look at it before going to college."  Note taken.  ;)
Next to that book of memories was DVD accompanied with a letter from our dear second grade teacher Mrs. Munley.  I am in awe with everything teachers have on their plates, that they still find time to capture photos throughout the year and assemble them into a movie for the parents.  But for our Union Elementary teachers it is possible.
They are superstars.
Better than superstars.
Heroes.  Ya, heroes.
Heroes to us parents.  Us parents that don't read all the instructions, us parents that don't know their kids can't see and need glasses, us parents that worry about our kids finding their "nitch", and us parents that know their kids will learn more about learning itself because of a teacher.  Forever grateful.

So we made it.  Two hours later, we purged through every single paper that had Emma's fingerprints on it.  And [drum roll please] we made our favorites all fit into the purple box!  We have special projects, all the artwork, memories, writings, our best grades (and worst too!), notes from the teacher, and those papers mom just can't let go of for one reason or another...all tucked into the purple box labeled SECOND GRADE.
As for the papers outside of the box.  Sorry fellas, you didn't make the cut.  As I gathered them up and took them out into the garage, Emma opened the lid to the recycle bin while humming Amazing Grace.  Not sure where the darkened humming came from, but it did make us laugh.  And let's face it, I really do have until Wednesday morning to go back and get it all back out.  ;)

So there it is....another year from this sappy mom.  So blessed to have these memories.  Here's to Emma, second grade, Mrs. Munley and our purple box!!  Cheers!!

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