Friday, February 09, 2007

I Am From

I originally posted this many months ago; however with the baby coming soon I have been thinking a lot about where I am from, and where I am going. Very retrospective these days, I am.

Anyway, when I saw that Mary at Owlhaven was hosting a contest, I figured now was a good time to repost this little piece.

If you have never tried writing something like this, I encourage you to do so. It was a fun time of remembering my heritage. If you have written one, leave me a comment with a link to it. I would love to check it out!

Oh, and hop on over here to check out where others are “from”.

I Am From...
I am from endless games of hop stock, Peter Pan Peanut Butter and Smuckers Grape Jelly sandwiches, and real mud pies made after a hard rain. I am from the stubbed toes of long, hot summers spent barefoot, "shortcut" cut-off shorts worn year after year and hikes with dad that became wild bear hunts and crazy adventures.

I am from Old Orchard Lane where neighbors were friends and friends were neighbors. I am from the front porch swing where I traveled to far away places through the pages of my books, and from the Pepto-Bismol pink walls in my girly bedroom which was my private sanctuary. I am from watermelon seed spitting contests, hide and seek after dark, and games of Around the World battled out on the basketball court of our driveway.

I am from Oklahoma and Texas with their flattened plains stretching far as the eye can see. I am from Crape-Myrtle's and Easter Lilies grown half-hazard in our yard and from the Indian Paint Brushes dotting the field behind our house with their presence.

I am from farmers and teachers and musicians and thinkers and dreamers and kind, loving people. I am from rough hands and smooth hearts. I am from a family of faith that has roots five generations back. I am from Marvin and Pat, Evelyn and Bob, and Mom and Daddy-o.

I am from stories of old and new. I am from dad scaring the cows with his trombone, and from mom's lazy days spent with "The Old Woman with the Cane". I am from climbing a top my dad's piano as a babe and I am from playing dress up with mom's high heels and old jewelry.

I am from notes and lyrics and prayers and scriptures that have been prayed, sung and spoken over me before I was ever a twinkle in my daddy's eye or a seed in my mom's heart. I am from dedication and loyalty and trust and forgiveness and perseverance and love. I am from music created and crafted in my heart and for my life.