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    The Darndest Things: The Gift Giver

    March 26, 2009 by Brandy Vencel

    It is approximately 3:30pm on an Average Day. He has finished his painstaking copywork. He has completed his math work. He has even spent some time in leisurely reading. And then I hear it. The rustle of the construction paper. The crisp sound of a tape dispenser. The satisfying snipping of scissors.

    He loves that sister of his, yes he does, and he will show her, yes he will.

    While she dreams, princess-like, upon our tattered couch, her brother labors.

    He prepares packages of odd trinkets he purchased in the Sparks Store at Awana. He draws her pictures and wraps them up. He writes out her beloved capital letters so that she can read them.

    And then he sneaks softly into the living room, careful not to awaken her. She is small and the couch is wide, so there is plenty of room for him to carry out his plan. He carefully lines up four messy, brightly-colored packages by her side.

    And then he grabs a book and steals into the rocking chair, half reading, half anticipating the moment she awakes.

    And then she does! She does awaken! And how satisfying a recipient she is for a Gift Giver like him. Her eyes look to pop out of their places, her squeals are loud enough to wake the baby, her giggles are a river of delight. She tears open each package and loudly proclaims her gratitude. She carries his gifts around for an hour, giving each one the just the right amount of attention.

    And then it is five o’clock. He be mean to me, she whines. They’re fighting again. The magic is retired…until tomorrow.

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  • Reply Gracie March 27, 2009 at 11:55 pm

    Such a cute story!!!! I miss those kiddos! 🙁

  • Reply Brandy March 27, 2009 at 9:13 pm


    I think you’re right, that the children have a different relationship because of the homeschooling. I think that if he went to school, he would choose people that he liked, ignore people he didn’t, and feel terribly inconvenienced by a little sister who didn’t conform to his ideal. Now, I actually think she would still adore him, but it wouldn’t be mutual. They are best friends because they are together all day long. Nothing can make up for that!

    I am glad you get to have that sort of relationship at your house, too. It is so precious!

  • Reply Wendi March 27, 2009 at 7:06 pm

    Your words are so descriptive – I can actually “see” this happening! I guess it helps that this scene repeatedly happens in my house also! My kids love to make things for each other – especially with paper and scissors and tape 🙂

    I am especially grateful that my son and my daughter (7 & 5) are such great friends. I may be wrong, but I believe if my ds7 were in school, that would probably not be the case…

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