It’s a Miracle!

by Laurie Bosley, 2003 copyright. All rights reserved.

My mom was a loving and caring parent, but she was known for her wild imagination. So it was no surprise when one quiet morning the house was awakened by shouts of, “It’s a miracle! It’s a miracle!” coming from my parents’ bedroom. We all ran downstairs to see what the commotion was about. When we got to my parents’ room my mom was walking around shouting and crying. Bewildered, we looked at each other before exclaiming, “What is going on?”

My mother ignored our question and walked around the bedroom shouting out – “dresser, perfume bottle, flowers, striped shirt!” Then she opened the window and yelled out – “an azalea bush, a red car, a brown dog!”

My dad took my mom’s hands, sure she had gone mad. My mom sat down on the bed and said quietly, “It’s a miracle.” We asked a second time what was going on. This time she answered meekly, “I’ve been healed. I never thought it would happen, but I can’t deny it now.”

We still didn’t know what was going on. Our minds raced as we tried to think of what terrible ailment had been healed. Cancer, Alzheimer’s – no she was in perfect health, at least as far as we knew. Although we were beginning to wonder about her mental health.

Finally, our curiosity was satisfied as my mom said, “I can see.” “What?” we exclaimed! “I can see,” she said. “I went to bed last night and woke up this morning able to see without putting my glasses on.”

Our mouths dropped open. Was it a miracle after all? My mom started to cry, and as she did she wiped her eyes. Suddenly, a contact lens fell into her hand. Our mouths really dropped open this time as we all said, “Mom, you wore your contacts to bed!”

My mom gasped and then started to laugh realizing her mistake. Squinting one eye she realized that she was still unable to see without the help of the contact lens she held in her hand.

Suddenly, we were all laughing. My mom was laughing the hardest of all. Through the laughter she choked out, “I really thought I was healed.” Aaron, Esther, and I all picked up a pillow and jokingly said, “It will be a miracle if we let you live!”

Laughing and shaking our heads we trudged back up the stairs and fell into our own beds – a smile on each of our faces. Just as we started to doze off we heard my mom and dad burst out laughing again. Soon our whole house was filled with laughter as we lay giggling in our own beds. As I laid there I couldn’t help but think that we were blessed to be in a family where miracles, although not on this day, did sometimes occur.