I put a lot of thought into gifts, especially for my girls. Probably too much thought, actually. I think it's just because of limited funds and not buying toys for them very often. When we give gifts, I just want them to be good!
For probably the last year, when we would play at our friends' houses, the first toy Kendall would find and stick with was the guitar. Honestly, it seemed like everybody had some sort of toy guitar except Kendall! So as I thought about birthday gifts for her this year, I thought a guitar would be a perfect one, and when I found a purple one at Toys R Us, I just KNEW she would love it. I imagined her reaction to the gift over and over in my mind and absolutely could not wait to give it to her!
Well, imagine our surprise when Kendall unwrapped the gift, looked at it, put it back down on the table with a frown on her face and said, "I wanted a piano!" Talk about deflating! I was absolutely crushed. I just looked at Evan, rolled my eyes, and went to the other room to feed Arden.

For probably the last year, when we would play at our friends' houses, the first toy Kendall would find and stick with was the guitar. Honestly, it seemed like everybody had some sort of toy guitar except Kendall! So as I thought about birthday gifts for her this year, I thought a guitar would be a perfect one, and when I found a purple one at Toys R Us, I just KNEW she would love it. I imagined her reaction to the gift over and over in my mind and absolutely could not wait to give it to her!
Well, imagine our surprise when Kendall unwrapped the gift, looked at it, put it back down on the table with a frown on her face and said, "I wanted a piano!" Talk about deflating! I was absolutely crushed. I just looked at Evan, rolled my eyes, and went to the other room to feed Arden.

As I sat there feeding Arden, all sorts of thoughts went through my head...We should take the guitar back. How could she be so ungrateful? Why didn't Kendall respond the way I wanted? Was there another gift that she would have loved better? A piano? Really? Finally, it hit me. She's four, and she's going to respond like a four year old. So I just prayed that I could respond with grace, even though I was still incredibly sad that she didn't go ballistic over her gift.
We didn't take the guitar out of the package immediately. We told Kendall she needed to wait and think about it, because if she really didn't want it we would take it back and get her something she did really want. It was her birthday, after all, and we didn't want to spend money on something she wasn't going to play with.
After I got out of the shower, the guitar was un-packaged and she was happily playing it. Apparently, Kendall and her daddy had a conversation about it, and it wasn't that Kendall didn't want the guitar, she just wanted a piano, too. Needless to say, we've had a few conversations about contentment and being greedy in the last few days as well. (Especially after she asked us on the way to church why she only got two presents to unwrap that morning!)
We didn't take the guitar out of the package immediately. We told Kendall she needed to wait and think about it, because if she really didn't want it we would take it back and get her something she did really want. It was her birthday, after all, and we didn't want to spend money on something she wasn't going to play with.
After I got out of the shower, the guitar was un-packaged and she was happily playing it. Apparently, Kendall and her daddy had a conversation about it, and it wasn't that Kendall didn't want the guitar, she just wanted a piano, too. Needless to say, we've had a few conversations about contentment and being greedy in the last few days as well. (Especially after she asked us on the way to church why she only got two presents to unwrap that morning!)

Every time we deal with a heart issue with Kendall, it's like I see myself in relationship to God. Is it just me, or do you other parents see this, too? As we work through all this with her, I've been thinking about how many times God blesses me with gifts and all the time I grumble and complain against Him. How sad! It really makes my heart hurt! Oh how I am thankful God is gracious to me and loves me anyway, just as we do to Kendall.
The guitar? Well, it's a hit around our house, and not just with Kendall. I woke up from a Sunday afternoon nap to Evan tuning it for her, then listened to him (obnoxiously) strum on it for 30 minutes or so Monday night. I asked Evan if he was practicing for his future youth group meetings and if so, he would need to ask Kendall's permission to borrow her purple guitar. :)














































