My friend Barbie at My Freshly Brewed Life wrote a convicting post. No, it wasn’t meant to convict, but it did me. You can find her post HERE.

She was sharing her heart about having to say NO to her children when they wanted something — not NEEDED, but WANTED.

I don’t even know how to begin this post, but here it goes.

When I was a child, my Mom had a way of making our Christmas mornings seem BIG. She could buy a lot of little, inexpensive things and stretch them out. I remember always getting oranges and nuts in the bottom of our stockings and a coloring book at the top (filled it up a lot). Even as an adult (before my Mom’s stroke), she would hand off stacks of presents without spending a great deal of money.

Growing up, I believe we were probably the poorest of all of our family (at least on my Dad’s side). He was the only sibling who wasn’t a “professional” in the business world. But even so, I really didn’t lack anything I NEEDED. Sure, I didn’t get what I WANTED all of the time, but I just thought that was the way it was for kids.

It was a big treat for us to drop by a mall located near my grandparents house in Durham, NC. We would park at Sears. At that time, Sears and Belks had candy counters in the center of their stores (do you remember that?). My family would get a bag of chocolate stars — pure heaven for a little kid. Yum!

I remember my sister purchased me my first pair of Levi jeans. That must have been a big deal to me for me to still remember that fact. And I remember NEVER getting a pair of Bass sandals (do you remember those?) when it seemed everyone else in school sported them around.

Here comes the conviction. Now that I have a daughter I want to give her EVERYTHING I always wanted as a child and couldn’t have. Seriously, we rarely leave the house that this little one doesn’t get SOMETHING. In my heart, I want to bless her, but am I setting her up?

It is rare that I deny our Princess something. We waited so many years for a child … Sometimes I wonder if I try to re-live my childhood through her. She has one of those cute Pottery Barn kitchen sets (not the retro, but the cheapest set). I would have given ANYTHING to have had a kitchen set growing up! I remember using a cardboard box. I turned it upside down and drew the heating elements and the buttons on it. I used that box FOREVER it seemed. Not Princess, she has it all.

I remember going to my cousin Jane Harrison’s house (that is her middle name and I still call her by her full name today) and being in AWE. Her family had a room off of their carport that was FULL OF TOYS! Seriously, in my child’s mind, it was floor to ceiling toys! My little mind couldn’t wrap around it.

Changing directions just a bit — before our daughter was born, I loved to lavish things on my nieces and nephews. They took the money we would have spent on our own children. It brought me such joy to imagine their faces when they opened their presents on Christmas morning. Like my Mom, I would have a bunch of boxes for them to open. Unlike my Mom, sometimes the gifts were expensive. Probably too much, but I couldn’t resist.

Now we have a precious daughter and now two of my nieces have children. It gets much harder to buy for adult nieces and nephews (trust me). Ok, I’m off subject — sorry.

So back to the conviction. I need to make a conscious effort to do better by our daughter. I don’t want her to think that toys and clothes are what matters most.

Trust me, I am TOTALLY LOW MAINTENANCE. My husband is thankful for that. I don’t dress in name brand clothes – nor would I recognize their names. I want our daughter to be that way too.

Last night my husband and I were enjoying watching our little 5 year old circle the toys that she wanted for Christmas (two of which we already have for her — waiting to be revealed Christmas morning). While this was happening, we both said to her, “The most important thing is that we have each other. Even if there were NO toys, we have each other.” She agreed, but the world puts so much pressure on families at Christmas.

Even though this post has been a rambling mess, I am convicted by the amount I lavish on my child and the other “children” in my family. NOTHING is more important than a godly heritage. THAT is the best gift any of us could give our families. Barbie IS giving this to her children. My husband and I ARE giving this to our daughter.

I would have loved to have been raised in church and learned spiritual truths from my parents. As an adult, THAT is what means the most to me. Looking back, I hunger for the spiritual foundation — not the latest fashion trends or the coolest toys.

Wow, my thoughts are just spewed out in no particular order in this post … forgive me.