In our family, Mother’s Day is a significant occasion. Each year, one sibling takes on the responsibility of hosting the entire family gathering. This time, that sibling was me. With just three days to go before the big dinner, I felt a rush of accomplishment; everything was on track—the invitations were sent, the menu was set, and the house was nearly spotless.
Typically, I settle for a functional level of tidiness. However, since our home was selected as the venue for both sides of the family, I was inspired to go the extra mile. I completed the obvious cleaning tasks, but with a bit of extra time on my hands, I decided to confront the one area of the house that constantly nagged at me: our junk drawer.
I believe even the most organized families have them—those drawers stuffed with old phone numbers, warranties from appliances long forgotten, and recipes scribbled on napkins, intended to be transcribed later. Our junk drawer resides in the kitchen, right by the phone. One day, while attempting to shove a pencil inside, it sprang back at me as if it were alive. That was my clear signal that the drawer was overdue for a cleanout. I also realized that, like dust lurking under the refrigerator, this task was mine to tackle.
After breakfast, once the kids were off to school, I set out to conquer the drawer. It was essential that they weren’t around, as they always insisted on holding onto every scrap of paper for future masterpieces. No mother should have to face a bulging drawer while dealing with heart-tugging children.
Armed with a large trash bag, I approached the drawer with determination. If I couldn’t recall the name attached to a phone number, I wouldn’t waste time dialing and playing twenty questions. Any warranty older than my marriage certificate was automatically discarded. I was determined to reach the bottom of this drawer.
As I sifted through a myriad of 3×5 cards filled with cake recipes, mismatched thank-you notes, and an assortment of springs and bolts, I hit my first emotional hurdle—a drawing of “Mommy” created by my five-year-old. The accompanying letter, riddled with misspellings, whisked me back to the day he proudly presented it to me. I folded it carefully and placed it back into the drawer.
While tossing out broken crayons, I stumbled upon a sealed envelope that rattled when I shook it. Curiosity got the best of me, and I peeled it open, only to watch sand and tiny stones cascade onto the floor. This was my second grader’s cherished keepsake from a beach trip—she had insisted on bringing home a piece of the ocean. I quickly swept the remnants back into the envelope and returned it to its resting place.
From there, I uncovered Valentine hearts, rainbow drawings, and countless notes declaring “I love you.” Each item evoked vivid memories, and my trash bag was no longer expanding. Hours passed as I reflected on how quickly time flew by; soon, all that would remain of these early years would be these endearing notes and drawings.
I finally realized that what I thought was clutter simply needed a new label. I picked up a broken red crayon and a scrap of paper, wrote “TREASURES” on it, and taped it to the drawer. Clearly, the contents were far from junk; they were heartfelt reminders of the children who make Mother’s Day a cherished celebration.
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In summary, transforming the clutter into a collection of treasures can deepen our appreciation for family memories. By simply renaming the junk drawer, we can honor the little moments that make our lives rich and meaningful.