I Am From…

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 Am From Poem Fry, Party of FiveI’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.

The Fab 5 from Christopher, Illinois

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.

Christopher Bearcat football cheerleading 1997

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.

7th birthday party 1987

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.

mom and dad 1977

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.

10 thoughts on “I Am From…

  1. I absolutely love this!! I appreciate all the beautiful details in this post. It’s those details who make us who we are today. And I think you’ve inspired me to try this myself. Just lovely. Thank you for sharing it with us!!

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