My Parent's First Home


We lived in this home until I was 8 years old. We only moved one mile across town, but you would have thought by my reaction at the time, that we were moving to Siberia.


About 20 years after my parents moved from this home it was back on the market, and I decided to go to the open house. I hadn't been inside the house for a very long time, but despite any of the changes the succeeding owners may have made, it was still as I remembered. The realtor asked me if I needed her to show me the house...I smiled and politely declined her offer. I just needed some alone time with my childhood home. 

When I came across this song I immediately connected with it because it took me right back to that day of the open house. I remember walking into my old bedroom that I shared with my little sister. The  big oak tree which sat right outside my bedroom window was still there only larger. The recreation room my father had remodeled based on my mother's ideas, brought back so many fond memories of long ago birthday parties and family gatherings. Our backyard, well it was still the same. It has this small bump of a hill, and when I saw it I suddenly recalled being a little girl sledding down it in my mother's arms.

I just love the lyrics and the tune...take a listen...maybe this song will jar some old memories for you...and possibly, put a smile in your heart, as it did mine.


"The House That Built Me"
sung by Miranda Lambert




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 hand prints 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
Now 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 feel it
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 just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
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 just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it.
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

1 comment:

  1. I recently had the opportunity to visit my childhood home. I didn't expect to cry, but I suddenly caught a vision of myself at my seventh birthday, and the tears just started to flow.

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