Who I Am - Jessica Andrews

I am Rosemary's granddaughter

The spitting image of my father

And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan

Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy

But I've got friends that love me

And they know just where I stand

It's all a part of me

And that's who I am

(c) 2000 Dreamworks Nashville

               

Throughout my childhood, I have always thought this song describes me to a tee. Every line hits me like a wrecking ball (not Miley's), even more-so as I've gotten older. Let’s break it down, shall we?

·         My grandmother’s name was Mary (close enough for childhood me). She was my favorite person, and is still at the top of the list, even though my beaux Q is tied with her.

·         I always get told I look like my dad, or that side of the family. The resemblance between baby photos is really uncanny. He’s handsome, so it’s not a bad thing I suppose.

·         My momma is always supportive of me, no matter how big or little of a challenge I am undertaking. Whether it’s a new recipe I want to try, or contemplating decisions that will impact the rest of my life like whether I should studying abroad while in college.

·         I definitely am clueless and clumsy (it’s my hair color coming out). My spatial awareness is pretty horrible, and so is my depth perception. This leads to me running into stationary, constant things like doors and walls in my house that I’ve lived in for 13 years. Everyone else in my life finds this pretty comical; I’ve come to accept the bumps and bruises and go on with life.

·         Last but definitely not least, my friends. They are the absolute best girls in the world, and actually helped hook me up with my beaux, which I am eternally grateful for. We all ended up in one group about 4 years ago, some I have known longer. To some older—and wiser—people, 4 years might seem like a short period of time, but it has been a crazy 4 years; those girls have seen me through High School. All of the ups and downs and yes even the times I went a bit sideways. I don’t know what I’d do without them!

When I think really, really hard about all the things I have in my life, there is nothing to complain about, even though I do so a lot—and I’m not proud of that. Alas, I am only human, as all people are, and without accepting the flaws there could be no acceptance of the good stuff.