Like most of Niles, Mike and I waited in line outside of the Golf Mill Toys-R-Us late Thanksgiving evening to try to snag some early Black Friday deals. Though we were chilled nearly to the bone, we were not disappointed. Among other finds, we were able to purchase a child-sized acoustic guitar we intended to give Elijah for his birthday.
After coming home, we really debated if we should keep the guitar or not. Elijah’s only turning two in January. He’s already getting a kiddie piano from his great-great uncles, and an electronic drum set from Grandma and Grandpa. Were we over-doing the musical instruments this year? The age recommendation on the packaging started at seven years old, would this be way beyond his attention span and play-ing abilities?
It was a tough decision to make, but we were talking about the child who after seeing the marching bands in the 4th of July parade would only play with his toy drum for weeks. This is also the same child who asks to watch Gustavo Dudamel conduct countless pieces on youtube, and who then proceeds to conduct his own “orchestra” whenever he has a glue-stick baton and an audience at hand. Perhaps music really was his “thing” and even at his young age this would be another prod of encouragement to pursue his budding dreams. After we came to the conclusion that we had only spent $5 on the guitar, we felt it was a risk worth taking in light of all his seemingly musical ambitions.
Once the decision was made, we held out as long as we could. If you know us, you know that we are really bad at waiting until special events to give gifts. I don’t know if we have EVER given gifts to each other on the intended day of celebration the entire time we’ve been married. After much debate, Elijah was given his guitar this afternoon before nap time.
We definitely made the right decision. I have never seen Elijah so excited to play with a toy (with the exception of his drum). We spent the better part of half an hour letting him watch guitarists on youtube as he tried to imitate their strums. When it was time to go down for his nap, he cried because he didn’t want to put his guitar away. We had to promise him as soon as he got up, he could get his guitar out again and continue “practicing.”
I could not help a tear from welling up in my eye while he was playing his guitar. I’ve wondered since the moment we knew he was a boy, if there would be anything that he and I would share. Music is apparently one of those very strong linking bonds between us. I cannot describe how proud that made me feel today and I know there will be many more days to feel that way in the future.