Did you know that today is National Paste Up Day? Well, I didn’t either. I have pondered all day on what this could mean. The Internet wasn’t much help. All it said was, and I quote,
"This day honors people who paste up newspapers, magazines,
books, and other printed materials."
Really? I’ve been doing that since I was old enough to use paste. And I had no idea there was a special day set aside for that. Does Hallmark have a card for that?
Easter Sunday, one of my stepsons was here for dinner. Somehow the subject of paste and glue came up, and he reminded me of something I had him to do when he was 8 or 9 years old. I gave him a couple of magazines and told him to cut out anything he saw that he liked. It could be a ball or a landscape picture or anything he thought was cool. He was to cut them out in different sizes and shapes.
We then pasted each one randomly over a large piece of cardboard. Once that was done, he signed his name in the lower right-hand corner, and then covered the whole thing with a thick layer of creamy white Elmer’s glue. Several hours later, when it was completely dry, the hazy layer had disappeared and had dried to a clear glaze. We then made a black frame from a few sheets of construction paper and hung it on the wall in his bedroom.
I was always doing things like that with the kids. When they were young, they loved it, and I was their hero because we did fun stuff. Unfortunately, they hit puberty and doing things like that with Mom was totally uncool and out of the question.
Now they are all grown and in their thirties and forties. I love it when they mention something they remember doing years ago, and it had nothing to do with sneaking out of the house or things that no mother really wants to know about. It is things we did as a family, or I did one-on-one with them.
It is special to me that my stepson fondly remembered that particular project.