The idea that grace is all we need has been stuck in my head since Sunday mass.

Three times I asked to take it away, the reading said. But the answer, was my grace is all you need. My power is greatest when you are weak.

I was weak this time last year, waiting for the arrival of baby. The pandemic was raging in full force. The sun too, blazing in full force.

My son crossed his legs by the piano, unaware of our stares. The sun was still blazing outside and finding ways to stay cool preoccupied our minds.

The piano preoccupied his mind. It was a dusty brown piano with broken notes that created melodies unmatched but perfect for his mind.

Counting down the arrival of baby was eminent on my mind.

Until he started to play as if he prepared.

Watching as he belted a tune by ear awakened my mind. He has had no piano lessons. I keep planning to sign him up for one. I figured having one in the house would suffice for now.

So watching him play with no lessons made me beam with pride for all his hue.

It’s always the small things with son number 2. Surprising things too.

Though we focus on the bright side, his meltdowns have a way of robbing us of his best side.

Like playing a piano as if he had a clue. Mary had a little lamb was all he belted in tune. From the beginning to the lamb going everywhere.

We are always prepared to go anywhere. Knowing that grace is always somewhere. So long as we keep it as our prayer.