I was luckier than most in that I grew up in a loving, if somewhat eclectic and dysfunctional, family. If we never had much money, we always had what we needed. If we never had much room in the house, my mom always found room for one more. If we weren’t always the best, brightest and most attractive, we never felt that weren’t still terrific human beings.

Like most children I didn’t always appreciate what I had, but now like most older adults I wish I had spent more time savoring those special times. So in celebration of my family I wanted to share this poem that I found:

I AM FROM By Rose M. De Leon (Published November 2007)

I am from the love of my family.

I am from my mom, my dad, my grandmother, and my grandfather.

I am from sweet baked cakes, homemade cornbread, and all the smells of the world. I am from good jobs, great effort, and "GO TO YOUR ROOM." I am from thick and thin, cold and hot.

I am from stories from my neighbors, from my dad and my mom, from my nephew and nieces. Stories to stay strong.

I am from childhood pictures and baby toys. From rattles, pacifiers and bottles. I am from my mother's stomach where she held me for nine full months.

I am from good and bad. I am from music of ALL kinds. I am from feast such as parties. I am from piñatas, candy and ice cream. I am from all kinds of fun.

I am from "I got your back" and "You're one of a kind." I am from love and harmony and everyone around me.

I am from hard and soft. I am from my father's heart and my mother's love.... I am from the hands of God.