Theirs

I have seen several “I’m from…” posts lately. This is my version.

I’m from a New Englander and a Midwesterner. Half city, half country. Half Hawkeyes, half Red Sox. I’m half push-down-all-your-feelings Lutheran, half boisterous-fight-to-the-death Irish Catholic.

I’m 100% hard work, pull yourself up by the bootstraps. I’m 100% education is the most important thing.

I come from two people who can and do make friends with strangers in an instant. I’m from a mom who sent Christmas cards to the family whose lawn we parked in every year for the College World Series. I’m from a dad who knows everyone on the block and who has pals at every corner shop and bar.

I come from two golfers, but I can’t stand golf. I was made from two neatniks, people who need order and spotlessness. My house is beyond disorganized. I should be 100% handy and crafty, but I’m not. My sister got all those genes.

I’m 100% play on the floor with the kids. I’m completely having fun is more important than being cool. I’m all teasing and sarcasm and humor and silliness.

I got some of the best things and some of the worst things. I didn’t get some of the greatest parts, but I also missed out on some worse parts. But it all fits together, I guess.

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