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Growing up I had (what to me) was an ordinary life. It was me, my older sister and my mom & dad. Both my parents worked full time, my sister and I went to school and spent afternoons after school before my mom got home trying (not) to kill each other. Ordinary, right? Barbies, braces, boyfriends...
My dad traveled a lot for his job. In turn, we moved a lot. We lived most places an average of 4 years and early on adopted the pattern of moving every 2 years into a different house - but still in the same city. We lived all over...we started in the east coast, slowly made our way out west ending up in Hawaii before moving back east. 3 elementary schools, 1 middle school & 3 high schools later I turned out okay. My dad went to Hong Kong, Taiwan, Palau & brought us back all sorts of crazy, exotic gifts. He was gone a lot of my childhood traveling but I didn't really think too much about it - it was my ordinary...normal.
When I talk to people about my family life growing up I get mixed reactions - yes, it was probably odd to people who had a more 'traditional' family that my dad traveled and lived other places for work from us but I didn't really know any different. I remember thinking it must be odd to have your dad around living with you all the time.
Having been married, divorced, re-married with kids and step-kids I am sure that our ordinary...normal...is far from 'traditional'. There are always kids coming and going, soccer games, school functions, volunteering...but it works for us.
It works for us. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Growing up I had (what to me) was an ordinary life. It was me, my older sister and my mom & dad. Both my parents worked full time, my sister and I went to school and spent afternoons after school before my mom got home trying (not) to kill each other. Ordinary, right? Barbies, braces, boyfriends...
My dad traveled a lot for his job. In turn, we moved a lot. We lived most places an average of 4 years and early on adopted the pattern of moving every 2 years into a different house - but still in the same city. We lived all over...we started in the east coast, slowly made our way out west ending up in Hawaii before moving back east. 3 elementary schools, 1 middle school & 3 high schools later I turned out okay. My dad went to Hong Kong, Taiwan, Palau & brought us back all sorts of crazy, exotic gifts. He was gone a lot of my childhood traveling but I didn't really think too much about it - it was my ordinary...normal.
When I talk to people about my family life growing up I get mixed reactions - yes, it was probably odd to people who had a more 'traditional' family that my dad traveled and lived other places for work from us but I didn't really know any different. I remember thinking it must be odd to have your dad around living with you all the time.
Having been married, divorced, re-married with kids and step-kids I am sure that our ordinary...normal...is far from 'traditional'. There are always kids coming and going, soccer games, school functions, volunteering...but it works for us.
It works for us. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
