In particular, I don't have bags and bags of my kids' artwork or schoolwork.
I look at it, and I ooh and aah. I will often take pictures of the artwork to save "for posterity."
I learned early on that with a whole bunch of kids and a small house....I could easily be overrun!
So I strung up some clothesline in my kitchen and basement stairwell. A few clothespins, and voila, an art gallery. I try to cull it down, especially at the beginning of a new school year, to make room for new art. I record the pieces with pictures, and ask the kids if they want to keep any of them. They usually say no.
Over the years, I can't imagine how many of Sam's pieces of artwork I have thrown out.
Would I have done so if I had known? Would I have saved every scrap?
There's quite a bit of Sammy's artwork still hanging up. Kindergarten work, and some of his later art from the hospital.
You often read about famous writers or composers who leave behind an unfinished novel that's published as a short story, or a symphony that's found in a drawer and presented in a memorial concert. We're not going to find that. He was eight years old. Very little happened that we didn't know about (no secret novels or diaries for this little guy). After he died, I flipped through seemingly-blank notebooks, hoping that maybe I'd find one more pencil doodle on a random page at the back. But for the most part, what I have is what I have.
I took down nearly all of the artwork from the other kids from the past year. But I left Sam's. I'm probably going to eventually frame some of it, to protect and keep it safe.
I'm so immensely sad that I won't ever have any more of it.
I won't ever see the artist he could have become.
I won't ever read the stories he could have written.
I won't ever hear the songs he would have sung.
So much beautiful art that will never be made.
The art of living....
|Art from September, 2012 -- a "classic" Sam Sommer|
|during BMT, body art! (oh, and note the hair art too)|
|I love these prints that he made. I have them all...|
A year ago today Sam was prepping for BMT
Two years ago today, Sam was striking a pose. (Also this week, two years ago, he started first grade.)