This is “The House That Built Me.” I did most of my growing up here. I lived here, on Old Post Road in Charlotte, NC from age 9 until I got married at age 23. And even after that, Mom was here so me, Jeff, and the kids returned many times. I did many things in this house:
~I decorated 25 Christmas trees here.
~I found Easter eggs in this yard. So did my kids.
~I got my first perm in this house. (and I looked like the perfect poodle!)
~(Ashamedly) I put my sister in the dryer and turned it on in this house. (If I’d known how horrible this was I never would have done it….I thought it was funny at the time.)
~I buried one of my favorite dogs here. Coco, a sweet black toy poodle…I loved this doggie for 14 years.
~I learned how to cut the grass here.
~I had my first broken heart here.
~I learned how to cook and clean here.
~I went to high school right behind this house.
~I built my 1st snowman here.
~My husband (then boyfriend) threw rocks at my bedroom window in this house.
~My kids played in the backyard and got close to their MaMaw in this house.
~My mother became the single most influential, inspirational, and admirable woman to me in this house.
~I accepted Christ in the den of this house while watching The PTL Club. Yes, Tammy Faye led me to Jesus. And I am forever grateful.
~And so much more….
Have you heard the song with this title? It’s sung by country singer Miranda Lambert. The beginning of the song goes like this:
I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine
Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feeling
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
I have so many memories from my house on Old Post Road. Some of who I am today is because of my life on Old Post Road.
Thursday night, my husband and I drove by this house. Our 2nd son, Hayden, was playing football on our high school football field, only he was on the other team. In case you haven’t noticed this about me, I’m a bit nostalgic, quite emotional, and I treasure the memories in my life! Going back and seeing my childhood home and my high school where I made so many friends, danced on that field (drill team…called Lettergirls at my school), joined clubs, felt accepted, loved life, laughed a lot, etc etc….oh my gosh, I was a basket case!!!! A good basket case though!
There are so many details of life that participate in the make up of who we are today. Don’t take any small detail for granted. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad.
6619 Old Post Road was the house that built me. Makes me cry bittersweet tears. What house built you?