Girls Write Out
Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I don't know how it happened. My parents took me to all the dance classes a little could want: ballet, jazz, tap. I even did gymnastics for a while. In high school, I was athletic and active. I cheered, captained the dance team, twirled a flag . . . grace in motion.

But somewhere along the way, something happened. I'd like to blame it on Kevin, because it seemed to start when we met . I remember how it began. We were at a play on our first date. As the lights flickered, I had only to slip on my glasses and we'd be in business. But I was too busy making eye contact with Kevin and didn't quite get the arm of my glasses to unfold before I set them on my face. He noticed. My face turned a few shades of red. The lights couldn't dim fast enough.

Fast forward a couple dates. We're eating at his house and a big glop of potato falls in my lap. He notices. I'm a little dumbfounded. I'm usually such a neat eater.

Walking across the mall parking lot, I trip over my own feet . . . he notices.

Countless globs of food in my lap later, I still can't convince Kevin I wasn't like this before we met. But by now, I'm accustomed to tripping down that last step, to treating spaghetti stains, to walking out of the restroom with my skirt tucked in my hose. Well, okay, one never gets used to that. Still, when one of my boys spills his drink at the dinner table . . . yeah, we all know where he got that from.

Denise Hunter  
posted at 9:22 AM  
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At 8:55 AM, Blogger Suzanne said...

That's me too. Gracefulness is not one of my endearing qualities. My mom tried, I took ballet for years. I think it was one day after ballet lessons when I jumped a chain (hanging to block a roadway) and caught both feet on the chain, landing flat on my face that she realized ballet lessons weren't going to be of any help to me.

At 9:38 AM, Blogger Rhonda/WA state said...

It's not the gracefulness-less part I have the trouble with, it's the "where did I put my glassess?" Only to find them sitting on top of my head. (After spending an hour looking for them.)

Or it's the coffee many scoops did I already put in?

Or it's the Starbucks white chocolate mocha....did I just finish off a grande???? Why do I want another?

At 11:31 AM, Blogger Rachel Hauck said...

Too funny, Denise. But, you always seem like grace in motion to me. I've never met the "other Denise."

Kevin must be your kryptonite. ;)


At 11:34 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

It's Kevin. You're not that way with us girls. LOL

I, on the other hand, am that way with everyone. My uncle Don says I can't walk and chew gum at the same time. Um, yeah that's why I only take gum for the preacher's kids and don't use it myself.

At 12:03 PM, Blogger allen said...

If Kevin causes the clumsiness, I think it would have manifested at Church during might even have dropped a drum wait, that was me.

At 3:23 PM, Blogger mazzucasinswaziland said...

I hate being the ungraceful one in a relationship. Especially when they give you "the look." The smug smile/trying not to laugh/I'll never tire of seeing that happen to you/I don't even have to say anything because you know what I am thinking look. Man, I hate that look!wt

At 3:34 PM, Blogger mazzucasinswaziland said...

Okay, I know I just left a comment, but since this just happened I had to share. There's been a huge fly buzzing around our house all day, driving me nuts. My husband just walked into the room, spotted the little devil on the ceiling, jumped flat footed, threw a magazine at it, hit it, and was able to duck out of the way without it hitting him. Not fair! If I'd tried such a daring feat, I'd be in the hospital or the couch would be broken...or both!

At 3:36 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Oh that is SO not fair! I would have ended up in the hospital with a broken ankle at the very least. LOL

Did I mention I broke an ankle badly enough to need a plate and screws by slipping on WET GRASS?

At 7:07 PM, Blogger allen said...

Here is the ultimate in clumsiness. Once I was dancing with a girl who I had been dating for three years. We did tis twirl thing and then she jumped into my arms and threw her through a window...a closed window. The thick curtain is all that kept her from going to the hospital. Now THAT is awkward.

At 1:50 AM, Blogger Anna Marie said...

Too Funny.
Now I don't feel so bad about myself.
feel better? lol

At 3:01 PM, Blogger Two Sisters said...

My mom used to call me Miss Grace, and now that I'm an adult, I know she really meant the opposite.

At 6:28 PM, Blogger Shauna said...

LOL! My hubby says he comes shopping with me to protect the unsuspecting, innocent bystanders. I get in my own world and look out!

A while back, after many teasings about my lack of grace, I had had ENOUGH! I lost it. I was standing on the stairs and I laid into him about how I wasn't that bad and "what do you mean I'm not graceful?!!!" He just got quiet and nodded. I took a deep breath and that was when I remembered my purse was at the top of the stairs and I needed it before we left for church. I turned around, took one step...and hit the floor! I fell UP the steps. I landed HARD!

I was humbled.

From behind me I heard, "Oh Sweetheart, are you okay?" After several deep breaths and a quick, repentant prayer, I looked over my shoulder to find DH doubled over, shaking with laughter and tears pouring from his eyes.

"Humph. Well, I'll give you points for at least sounding like you were concerned."

I've accepted that I'm not graceful. Never will be.


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