For a homework assignment Bailey was asked to write what basically is her story. The teacher asked her to answer a bunch of questions (examples: What does your house look like? Feel like? Sound like? What are your favorite things? Words or Phrases your family uses a lot? Family traditions? Beliefs?) The only requirement was that she start each line with "I am from" or "From". I read it when she was finished and nearly cried. I worry about my kids every day (as most moms do) but especially with all of the changes they've gone through. When I read her story all I could think was how grateful I am that this is how she sees her life. It doesn't look so bad through her eyes. And I guess in the end that's what matters most to me.
P.S. She took the picture below and I had to share it also. My girl is full of talents!!
I Am From
I am from red bricks and a green door
From the smell of dinner cooking
I am from warmth and coziness
From the sound of insanity
I am from notebooks
From nail polish and shoes
I am from Bryan and Angie
From Luke and Presley
I am from going to the movies on Thanksgiving
From pancakes on Christmas morning
I am from sweet dreams
From sissy and amen
I am from a man who died on a cross so we could live with him forever
From sweet tea and chocolate chip pancakes
I am from spaghetti and fried rice.
From going to the mall everyday with Mom
I am from my grandmother’s house every Saturday
I am from heat and humidity
From laughter and going to church
I am from watching movies
I am from shopping and going to my cousin’s house