Call me Grace

Though I haven’t taken any vacations this year, I have had several lovely trips.

My brother has always been the king of clumsiness. Sorry bro, its true. I remember one day when he was probably about 12 and fell down the stairs - on all fours. It made such a ruckus that we all thought he went back to the top and started over again. He’s also managed to kick through a glass door at church (on accident), stab himself in the leg with a pitchfork, and trip on a magazine and throw his arm through his bedroom window.

While I haven’t yet reached that level, I am finding that my grace is going out the window along with most of my energy. You’ll remember my story about the nail salon trip. That particular blunder resulted in me maintaining some level of balance and remaining on my feet. I had no such luck this weekend.

A couple of friends and I were singing at a nearby small town festival. The whole town was there - all 50 people. We sat and watched for a while and then it was our turn to "perform". So I made this move which in my pre-pregnancy state would have been no trouble. However, given the state of the baby bump, the simple movements proved to be much more difficult. I attempted to get up and walk. I managed to bring myself upright, and then sent myself wind-milling and flailing for several feet before landing on all fours.

I’m slightly ashamed to admit this, but I am one of those people who chuckled at my friends in college who, while walking to class, would perform lovely acrobatic skills after slipping on a piece of ice, landing on their butts. So Saturday, after I made my graceful cat-like landing on the gravel beneath me, I am not quite sure how the entire town managed not to chuckle at me. Everyone had, again, come to a screeching halt, although this time they were not concerned about my scuffed nails. I stood up and tried to laugh it off. Needless to say I felt like a real goober. Bloody-kneed I gathered what was left of my pride (didn’t take long) and once again embarked on my journey to the stage.

If you happen to see me just remind me to slow down. Sometimes I forget that I am not as nimble as I once was.