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always room for grace

January 24, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

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I like that Grace lives close enough to visit on a whim.

Sometimes those visits turn into days.

We don’t have a guest room. We have a Grace room. Because there’s always room for Grace.

But sometimes it’d be nice if overnights weren’t so easy to be had. If she didn’t think she could no longer sleep in her own bed in her own house for fear of a mouse.

Like last night.

Grace usually has trouble going to sleep. It takes a little reading or a little writing or a little music–some way to wind down.

Sometimes nothing works.

Which is why I got a text message at 12:51 a.m.

“Name r u still up and if u r can u hell me go to sleep like sit on my bed and sing me some songs and give me some benidral plez.”

I think she means “help,” and yes, I’ve been known to slip her a little dose of Benadryl.

I ignore the message and go back to sleep.

Which is why I get a call at 1:22 a.m.

I pick up the phone and hear nothing but shrieking.

Surely someone’s broken in the front door.

So I throw off the warm down and bound downstairs (Dennis is still snoring) and find Grace standing in the middle of her bed shrieking and shaking.

“What’s wrong?” Said not in a grace-filled tone.

“A mouse! I heard a mouse squeak!”

I roll my eyes. I check under the bed.  “You’re overtired. You’re imagining things. There’s. No. Mouse.”

I suppose there could be a mouse.

For a moment I wonder if she’s been reading How to Read a Poem. Maybe she found the mouse in there.

I get the Benadryl. I get her to lie back down. I cover her up. I turn to go. “Good night.”

“Don’t go! Stay with me until I go to sleep.”

I sigh a long sigh.

I slide down against the closet door, sit on the cold wood floor. Yes, I could crawl into bed with her, but we’ve learned not to start habits we don’t want ingrained for life.

“Go. To. Sleep.” I growl.

I pull my arms out of my sleeves and hug myself.

I tuck my chin and nose into my T-shirt’s neck.

Finally, she starts to breathe easy, arm slung over edge of bed.

I roll over on my knees to get up. My behind’s frozen.

“Night, Nama. Hug. Thank you.”

I push a cat aside and slip back into my own bed. I check my phone. It’s 2:15 a.m. Dennis is till snoring. I lay there and visit with thoughts and memories and watch the tree branches outside the window.

For hours.

We don’t have a guest room. We have a grace room. Because there’s always room for grace.

Still tired,

Sandy

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  1. Susan says

    January 24, 2014 at 4:54 pm

    Always room for Grace! My Hannah (just turned 17), her name means GRACE, and we always have room for grace also! And, even at 17, she thinks of ways to get me to sleep in the other twin bed in the grace room….her favorite? “Let’s have a sleepover.” Oh how we love these grace girls!!!!!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 24, 2014 at 9:10 pm

      Awesome! We have sleepovers when our Grace goes with us to visit my sister. She always pulls a mattress into our room. It’s wonderful that your “Grace” still wants to have a sleepover with you at her age. 🙂

  2. HisFireFly says

    January 24, 2014 at 6:33 pm

    and see
    Grace prevails
    😉

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 24, 2014 at 9:08 pm

      She always does. 😉

      So does it. 😀

  3. Carol J. Garvin says

    January 27, 2014 at 12:52 pm

    Our ‘Grace’ room is our daughter’s room. Now that she’s married and moved away, everyone calls it their own whenever they come to visit and seem quite indignant when I refer to it as hers.

    And Benadryl??? I’m giggling! When our eldest was our only, it was Gravol, but only on a car trip. Then he slept the entire distance.

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