You Can’t Pull Roots When They Run That Deep

I’ve heard it all my life; “she’s a May.”  You see my family has always joked with eachother that even though each of us are so different we all have one thing in common.  Our spirit, attitude, determination and a whole lot of stubbornness in between.  I’m sure every family has a story like this, so here is mine.

My grandfather was known for his “you see what you get” attitude.  Trust me, if something you did was stupid or wrong you’d know real fast.  My grandfather was my hero and I’ve learned so much from him that I didn’t even think about it at the time.  We use to spend every single day together.  He taught me so much about nature and personal values.  I like to think he really helped my own personality flourish.

My uncle was a spitting image of my grandfather.  I don’t think there’s another guy out there that had a laugh like his.  It was one of those laughs where you could hear from a mile away and you knew exactly where it was coming from.  We lost my uncle a couple years ago to a heroic fight with cancer.  I take that laugh with me wherever we go.  He taught me life is too short. Period.  Life is too short to worry and stress about a job when I could be home with my baby girl.  I have made a promise to myself to stop and take a minute everyday just to be thankful for what I’ve been blessed with.  That’s when I hear his laugh the most.

Those two men are on the “May” side of my family.  They helped shape me into the woman I am today.  They taught me how to stay true to myself and my own personal values.  They also taught me how to smell bullshit from a mile away.

I can’t forget about my father.  Even though he’s not a “May” he’s a softer version.  For lack of better words.  He is a man of faith and I cherish that.  You can see the passion in his eyes when he talks to you about absolutely anything, doesn’t matter what it is.  He’s a genuine soul.  So even though my grandfather and uncle had a lot of impact on who I am, my father led by example on how a princess should be treated.

All my life I’ve heard “she’s a May” and I’m so damn proud of that.  My mother and grandmother are even stronger than all of the men in our family.  They’ve gone through ridiculously hard times and came out swinging.  They’ve never stopped fighting.  I mean the women in the family had to be strong to put up with the men right?! Amen to that.  So when I say “she’s a May” I don’t mean it’s in her name.  I mean it in the way she carries herself.  A natural nurturer, but fierce as hell.

 

 

 

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