I’ve briefly mentioned some of the negative from my childhood. Because, well there was some. But, it wasn’t all bad and there were PLENTY of good times and I certainly have some great memories, wonderful values and morals, and a lot of happiness too.

I’m from a smallish southern town stuck smack dab in the middle of two major cities (Atlanta and Charlotte). I’m from rows and rows of cornfields and an amazing downtown area. I’m from good ole’ southern charm and sweet tea with dinner. I’m from lifted trucks and a day spent four wheelin’ in the mud is the best kind of day. I’m from football is a way of life not a hobby. I’m from pecan pie just because. I’m from home made icecream, hand picked strawberries, and apple trees growing in the front yard. I’m from Christmas morning starting as EARLY as possible and a huge Christmas morning breakfast. I’m from stuck in the middle of two sisters. I’m from a mom that gets on my nerves but loves me to pieces. I’m from you do it because you want to. I’m from no one leaves the house until it’s clean on Saturday morning. I’m from French toast and sausage. I’m from GRITS with cheese and bacon. I’m from fried chicken (mine without bones, please), homemade mac and cheese, butter beans, sweet peas (Le Seur brand only) fried squash, and a million other Southern Comfort foods. I’m from greasy cheeseburgers and cook outs to celebrate everything. I’m from tractors and hayrides. I’m from festivals and fairs. I’m from not always a bright childhood, but not as bad as it could have been. I’m from unconditional love, even when it hurts.

I’m from married to my highschool sweetheart, bought a house at 19. I’m from knock down drag out fights to hardly even fuss anymore. I’m from if you go to bed angry you better make up first thing in the morning. I’m from wonderful in laws and an amazingly accepting extended family. I’m from being the best damn mother I can be because my child deserves it. I’m from playing outside til dark. I’m from bath time is for singing, playing, splashing, and dancing. I’m from collapsing on the sofa at the end of a long day. I’m from checking on my “buggy” everytime I wake up in the middle of the night. I’m from co sleeping, baby wearing, to co sleeping and baby carrying whenever he wants me to. I’m from spoiling my child like crazy and still finding a balance. I'm from rocking my child to sleep every single night until he flat out refuses to let me do so. I'm from won't let him cry because it hurts too much. I'm from pick him up and dust him off. I'm from scraped knees healed with kisses. I'm from nothing sweeter than my beautiful boy. I'm from can't WAIT for football, t-ball, and soccer, unless he wants to do something else and then I'm from that. I’m from unconditional love, even when it hurts.