WHERE I’M FROM
I am from micro machines and G.I. Joes
From wrestling matches and time outs on the top stair.
I am from music books and parents nagging to ‘practice harder’, ‘focus more’, and ‘do that part again’.
I am from dirty feet and callused toes. From pink tights, leotard wedgies, and dance moms watching from the one-way window.
I am from “Don’t forget to say thank you.” “Did you say thank you?” and snide “you're welcome’s” before I could even remember to say thank you.
I am from five am family prayer, from Mormonism, from tennis balls, and night games.
I am from “you have as much responsibility to make me happy as I have to make you happy.”
I am from bear hugs and bald heads.
I am from Randy and teary eyes and Susan and great teeth.
I am from cancer and losing and I am from cancer and winning.
I am from bookshelves and homemade bread.
I am from broken basketball hoops and green porch swings. From open fields and sno cones.
I am from safety and care. Listening ears and kissing lips, holding hands, head massages, and painted fingernails.
I am from I love you’s. I miss you’s and I’ll be seeing you’s.
I am from concern.
I am from compassion.
And I am from family.
I am a part of something much larger than myself, much grander than frizzy curls, and much more important than getting a good parking place.
I am a daughter.
I am a sister.
I am a wife.
And I am a life maker.
I am from every person I’ve ever met. I am the neighborhood kids, the girls from church, and the cousins.
I am them and we are me.