Before playing in Miami for the championship game, each player was given spending money for the trip. The Tebow men apparently are last minute Christmas shoppers, and so, Tim used this money to buy his mom a bracelet.
It was a charm bracelet, filled with orange and blue beads, his football number, and other Gator related memories. She wore it on stage, and emphasized that since her son picked out every detail of the gift, it was priceless. She wouldn't change a thing.
You would never change a treasured gift.
"Love (your kids) the way they came packaged."
Bullseye, Mrs. Tebow. Ouch.
It is hard to love every bead on my kids' strings. For each bead I cherish: compassion and friendliness, affection and gentleness; there are others I would happily exchange. Some I'd leave off altogether.
They seem wrong. Not my style. Not what I want.
Just because something is imperfect does not mean it's not valuable. (Right, self?)
Yesterday was a "this is not what I want" day. Today is one of those "starting over again" days.
I want to see the beauty of the imperfect. I don't want to disregard it and hope for something better to magically appear. I want to accept my gift. I want to treasure it. I don't always. Today I do.
Some wonderful, some painful, some hidden-- but each piece was carefully selected.
A few days after I wrote this as a draft, I noticed this little treasure. 15 seconds of receiving grace from my son. I want to finish a task. He just wants to be near me. That's a 'bead' I needed to see right now.
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