She also produced this portrait of Dr. Bunsen Honeydew. Remember him from the Muppets? How could I toss this example of how alike my daughter and I are in our senses of humor? Keep.
Finally, she made this excellent portrait of our newly inaugurated President. I couldn't throw that away, and not because it seemed disrespectful our traitorous to send our Commander in Chief to the recycle bin along with old magazines and takeout menus. Nope, I couldn't throw it away because she had dated it "Januray 20, 2009." For some reason, I find misspellings by people under the age of 12 endearing and over the age of 12 annoying. The sweetness of "Januray" assured Mr. Obama a spot on my kitchen counter for at least a few months.
This illogical approach to what I save is much worse when it comes to books I've read with my children. One may tell me there's a book in his or her room that they no longer read, and I can donate it somewhere, but if I remember who gave it to them, or that we read it once at a park on a sunny day, or just about anything else about it, I put it on the basement shelf. But it was getting out of hand, and yesterday I went to work. I tried to keep sentimentality at bay and remind myself that I would donate the books to good homes. The result: that ten inches or so of space on the bottom shelf. It may seem insignificant to you, but it's a source of great pride to me!
What is difficult for you to throw away or recycle?