Monday, September 5, 2011
Don't Call Me Grace
I fell off the stage at my high school graduation. And not like "We started that party before the ceremony, so I was drunk" kind of a fall. No, this was a regulation "I am so very clumsy" type of fall. I heard my name called, got my diploma, shook some hands, caught my heel on who-knows-what and fell down the stairs onto our school's football coach.
My mother used to say "There's a reason I didn't name you Grace".
It was a life of near constant humiliation. I once tripped over the air at the roller rink. I wound up spread out like a bearskin rug on the floor for the entire church youth group to see.
Unfortunately, my poor girls are just like me. Monkey has literally walked right into walls. Just this week, getting out of the car, she fell out on her face. If Hedgehog runs faster than a trot, she inevitably winds up sprawled out, face down.
I guess it is a good thing I didn't name them Grace.