This is the story of the present that showed up under the Father’s Day tree.
It started out life as discarded pieces of wood from a woodpile where all the oak and pine and cedar goes to retire.
Little bits of molding.
Half of a wine barrel top.
Random pieces of wood that looked like they were never going to amount to much of anything.
Except they did.
All those little bits of imperfection turned into this.
It’s a tool box.
Or a storage caddy.
Or an office organizer.
The possibilities are endless.
My oldest son, Denton, made it for his Dad last week. I heard rumblings in the wood shop. He disappeared for two hours and when he came out, he was covered in dirt and sawdust and little bits of wood, proudly carrying this tool box.
His imagination made the wine barrel lid into a handle.
His creativity transformed the random wood pieces into the sides.
His vision took the molding and used it for the edges.
There are tiny compartments inside the box.
They are tucked into the side next to the wine barrel handle.
And the cutest part? Each compartment has its own molding top.
But the amazing thing about the tool box isn’t the actual project itself.
It is so much more than just a present.
It’s about a son who loves his father.
It’s about believing you can create.
It’s about using your creativity and imagination and vision…
…to make something where there once was nothing.
Because that’s the thing about this tool box.
It isn’t perfect. Not even close. There are cracks and joints where the wood doesn’t match up exactly and it’s a little crooked on one side.
It is totally OVER-EMPHASIZED and OVER-RATED.
The joy and beauty and the wonder of this I-once-was-a-wood-pile-retiree-and-now-I’m-going-out-on-tour tool box is the imperfection found in every line.
I’m taking notes. I know this wasn’t about me. I’m a mom and this was for Father’s Day. But I looked at that tool box and I IDENTIFIED.
But I looked at that tool box and I IDENTIFIED.
I’m taking the lesson of the tool box to heart. I’m celebrating me and all of my yoga-pants-messy-bun-got-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed-and-its-Monday imperfect self today.
Won’t you join me? 🙂