I am very sentimental this time of the year. Christmas is over, the new year has begun, and my triplets will be a year older soon. It’s enough to put me over the sloppy, snotty, crying edge. Then add that I so miss my mom and I am a total basket case for the next few months.
So, because I am a fool, I decided to use the “I Am From” Poem template for my first blog post of 2019. I modified it a bit, but the sentiment is still the same…this is a reflection on my early life, my family and values.
I’m closer to 40 than 30 and lived in 6 towns in 2 states. I grew up in my parent’s first home and their last. I’ve inhabited a dorm, an apartment, and a townhouse. I’ve lived in the quiet country and in the middle of a questionable part of town. I survived living with my Grandma, my sister and my in-laws. Today I live on Michigan Avenue. All of those places I called home, but this is where I am really from…
I am from the orange rocking chair where my mom used to sing me to sleep and the Smurf sheets where she would lay me to bed.
I am from Grandma’s biscuits and gravy and Grandpa’s tall tales, Sunday school with Grandma Shirley and
terrorizing exploring Mulkeytown with Uncle Tony.
I am from Frieda, Molly, Julie, Sam, Coco, Scooter, Bobby, Coby and Harley, and Avery too.
I am from sleepovers with grade school friends and (years later) hangovers with them too.
I am from Scottish, Hungarian, and American Indian ancestry.
I am from pulling hair, biting, and scratching with Niki and then finally growing to be the best of friends.
I am from long school bus rides and even longer nights on the phone with best friends.
I am from Friday night football games and Saturday morning yard work.
I am from hundreds of family photos kept nearby and hilarious home videos.
I am from family dinner at the table (almost) every night and green pancakes for breakfast.
I am from Christmas Eve appetizers and ham on Christmas Day.
I am from a past that keeps me awake some nights and a loving husband that keeps me in the present and looks forward to our future.
I am from chili with peanut butter and syrup sandwiches in the fall…and winter and spring and summer.
I am from birthday parties in the basement and bonfires in the yard.
I am from a heart so broken, I thought it would never heal and a heart so full of love I sometimes feel like it may explode.
I am from back road cruises and summers that seemed to last forever.
I am from Anna’s All-Star Gymnastics, cheerleading, volleyball, track, and just one summer of softball; dance lessons, tennis lessons, and swim lessons.
I am from a red, then pink, then purple, then black childhood bedroom.
I am from a house in the middle of nowhere that I hated, but would now give anything to be there.
I am from Charlie’s love of music and Patty’s laugh and infectious smile; their immeasurable love, integrity, and compassion.
I feel like my life has started over more than once. That makes it difficult to remember my past; recollections are starting to fade. Sometimes I don’t know if my memories are dreams that I’ve had or if my history creates my dreams.
But these I keep close to my heart. Of all the people, places, and things that consume my life, they are what make me feel most at home.