Mom’s Miracle Rugs

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Has your family ever experienced a miracle? An honest to goodness get the Vatican on the phone divine intervention? When you instantly thanked God after it happened? And later, after you’ve had some time to think about it, you’re in awe of what just happened? Our family had one of those miracles, back when our boys were still very young.  

My wife mentioned it the other day and I had almost forgotten about it somehow. Here’s what happened. My Mom had passed away at the way-too-young age of fifty-six. One of her hobbies was hooking rugs. She got pretty good at it over time and built up quite a collection.  

After Mom passed, my Dad got in the habit of gifting us with Mom stuff, whenever we visited. One time, in particular, he pawned off some of Mom’s rugs on us. One was a clown and the other was a fall sunset, captured in yarn. At the time, my oldest son Jeff was around four years old, and Kevin was only eleven months old.  

The boys and I were in the basement constructing a new hot wheels track Jeff had gotten for his birthday. Distracted as I was, I failed to keep tabs on Kevin, who had toddled over to the stairs. The steps were linoleum and the basement floor was rock hard linoleum tile. Then Kevin started to climb. My wife spotted him when he reached the top stair. She said cautiously, “Hi big boy!”  Then, with some panic creeping into her voice, “Jerry?”  

After hearing my response from deep within the basement, she knew our little guy was all alone on the top step and teetering. Then, the unthinkable happened. He fell. Kathy yelled, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kevin land on the basement floor, hard. However, he landed right on top of my Mom’s rugs. Earlier that day, we had tossed the rugs downstairs to be washed, and they were still at the bottom of the stairs. Thank you, God!

I still get chills when I think about that day. I always knew my Mom, who had died a month before Kevin was born,  kept a close eye on all of the grandkids from Heaven. That day, I had proof. Except for a small cut, Kevin was unharmed. He had landed on his back, and when I think of what could have happened, it still gives me nightmares. Little kids are resilient, but that’s pushing it.  

So this Mother’s Day, don’t forget to thank your mom for everything she’s done for you over the years. Especially if she has passed on from this earth. She’s always watching over you. Happy Mother’s Day.  

As usual, thank you for taking time out of your busy day to read this article. I hope you will continue to enjoy and follow this blog. Please feel free to share these stories with your family and friends!

   

 

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