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TITLE: Grace
By Renee Polson
01/19/10
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There was nothing remarkable about the day Grace was born. She was born on an humble day. The sky was filled with grey clouds. The air was quite because the birds were nestled under the leaves, waiting for the rain. There was nothing remarkable about the day until Momma looked into the wrinkled red face and said, “Her name is Grace.”

Then just as the first drops of rain fell, Momma opened her heart and filled it with all the love it could hold. Grace wrapped all of her tiny fingers around Momma’s heart and Momma knew that she was being held by perfection. The day’s imperfections had been blessed by God’s great abundance of grace in her baby, Grace.

Time passed, as it does, and soon Grace was two. She was round and chubby with rosy cheeks and an impish grin. The game began. The rules were these:

Juice in cup.
Grace cried out, “Oops!” Then juice on floor.
Mommy smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Grace, my love, patience will fix your oops.”

Crackers on tray.
Grace cried out, “Oops!” Then crackers on floor.
Mommy smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Grace, my love, patience will fix your oops.”

The game continued that way over the next months with just about any food or toy Grace decided would get mommy to say,
“Don’t worry, Grace, my love, patience will fix your oops.”

And all those times, patience did.

Time passed again, as it does, and soon Grace was a bubbly four-year-old. The game had been forgotten until the day Mommy found Grace beaming with pride near her scribbled masterpiece on the wall. When Grace saw Momma’s face fall. She chocked back the tears as she said, “Oops, Mommy.”

Momma held back her own tears and replied, Don’t worry, Grace, my love, forgiveness will fix your oops.”

And forgiveness did.

Time passed again, as it does, and soon Grace was a bouncy six-year-old with a toothless grin. The game was played less often now, until one day Momma found Grace all alone on the swing set.“Oops, Mommy, I hurt Mollie’s feelings and now she won’t be my friend.” Momma hugged her tight and said, “Don’t worry, Grace, my love, faithfulness will fix your oops.”

And faithfulness did.

Time passed again, as it does, and before Momma knew it, Grace was thirteen. Her impish grin now was paired with an eye-rolling twin. The game was a little different now. “Oops, Mommy,” had become, “You’ve got to be kidding, Mom!” Every simple parent request was met with a growl or a grunt. Until Mom had simply had enough.

Instead of , “Don’t worry, Grace, my love.” Mom’s reply was a militant yell that rang throughout their home. Tranquility was replaced with hostility as mother and daughter’s hearts grew apart.

Until the day the game changed one last time. It was an unremarkable day. The sky was full of grey clouds. The birds were under the leaves, waiting for the rain. Grace got the call at school about the accident. She rushed to Momma’s side at the hospital. Momma’s whisper was barley audible, “Oops, Grace, I lost my way as your Momma.”

Then just as the first drops of rain fell, Grace opened her heart and poured out all the love it held. She wrapped all of her fingers around Momma’s hand and she said, “Don’t worry, Mommy, my love, Grace will fix your oops.“

And Grace did.

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