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USA250 Journal Project
Personal Chronicle: July 4, 2025 – July 5, 2026
A gift for reflection. A record of now. A story for what’s next.
✍️ Who am I?
I’m Elizabeth Whitmore.
Wife to Gregory. Mother to Madison.
Hostess, listener, problem-solver, woman of faith.
I’m the one who remembers birthdays, ties ribbons just right, and writes thank-you notes in cursive.
I keep calendars color-coded and emotions folded into linen napkins.
My daughter once said I never get flustered.
She didn’t see me at seventeen.
Who am I?
I’m someone who wanted a beautiful life and made one.
Someone who traded certain dreams for quieter ones.
Someone who still isn’t sure what parts of herself are real, and what parts were assigned.
I am not weak.
But sometimes, I feel very far from strong.
✍️ How did I get here?
By saying yes.
By making everything look effortless.
By letting go of small ambitions so bigger ones could bloom—for my husband, for our family.
I loved design once. Color, shape, space.
Now I design moments: brunches, weddings, first-day-of-school photos.
I got here by believing that harmony was the goal, even when it meant swallowing my discomfort.
I raised Maddie to be better than me. Freer.
And now she’s in a kind of pain I can’t smooth away with gentle words or careful planning.
How did I get here?
By doing everything I thought a good woman was supposed to do.
And still feeling like I’ve failed her.
What has life taught me?
That perfection can be a cage.
That love needs space to breathe, not just rules to follow.
And that sometimes the most radical thing a mother can do is simply listen.
Family
Greg Whitmore – Husband.
Madison Whitmore – Daughter.
