UncommonPromise

I nestle in and tuck Grandma’s quilt under my chin to seal out the cool autumn air. My fingers wrap around the hem and I see the patchwork differently—scraps of fabric spared from the trash and saved to create a family heirloom. I recognize bits of my baby blanket, bib overalls, a home economics apron, a velvet winter dance dress. They’ve been sewn together and unified. Each piece holds its place in the fabric, yet insists on its distinct identity.



My life is like Grandma’s quilt. Each day is cut from a separate cloth, the days fitted together, requiring careful trimming and stitching. Uniqueness has a price. We want to be special while blending seamlessly into our world. We celebrate our individuality yet long for acceptance. We want to be part of a beautiful fabric, but we also want to remain that unique bit of cloth that begs to be noticed and touched. Singular though bound.

I slide my finger across a worn velvet patch. The threads are still holding strong after years of wear. Grandma’s quilt surrounds me with warmth and comfort. I’m reminded that uniqueness can coexist with unity, if they’re sewn together by just the right careful stitching.

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