This is my seventh year of participation in the A to Z Challenge. My intent this year is to share a little bit about me each day… the good, the bad, and the ugly… so you can get to know “the woman behind the words” a little better!
I am the middle child in my family. I have a sister who is two years older than me, and another who is three years younger. Much has been written about the role of a middle child, it is not the most desirable position to claim.
My older sister was my mother’s favorite, and my younger one was “Daddy’s little girl” until the day he died. This left me feeling a bit short-changed at times, though I worked hard to win favor from both parents, (at least until my teen years), most often being the one to help mom or dad with projects and such. As the middle child I grew rebellious as I got older, sometimes acting out, and sometimes feeling like I didn’t belong at all.
As an adult I have often been stuck in the role of peacemaker between my two sisters, and this has caused far more frustration and grief than it ever brought resolution. In recent years I have learned that it is best to bow out, to refuse to be pulled one direction or another, and to let them settle (or not settle) their differences and disagreements on their own. As an Aquarian, I am a peacemaker. I believe in harmony and learning to let go of past hurts and grievances and get along. It hurts my heart that at over sixty years old they still haven’t managed to forge a lasting peace between them. I have often wished that I had a couple more siblings to balance things out a bit. My own kids would undoubtedly have benefited from more siblings too, and I wish now that having larger families wouldn’t have been such a shunned idea at that time.
I was born and raised in the Midwest, in small towns in the Northeast corner of South Dakota to be exact. For the most part it was a good place to grow up, and a good way of life. Eastern South Dakota is farming country, my father was a John Deere Implement Dealer. He was a good businessman who supported us well. In my teen years I couldn’t wait to escape small town life, but as I’ve grown older I miss those simpler times. I miss the trees and the lakes, the change of seasons, and walking barefoot through soft green grass in the summer. I don’t miss the mosquitos that loved me way too much, or the icy cold winters that can start in October and continue into April. (They are experiencing yet another blizzard there this weekend!)
Moving has played a big role in my life. This is a reprint from my previous blog…
In 2012 I wrote a post called The Road I’ve Travelled which listed the thirty-seven residences in eighteen cities, eight states and two countries that I’ve called home in my sixty-plus years of life.
I’ve moved with my family, with a partner, and sometimes on my own. Some of those moves were sad and/or scary, but usually I was happy to see the old address in the rear view mirror. I always look forward to the adventure of discovering a new place; I have a Gypsy soul.
Papa Bear has also moved more than twenty times in his life so we are quite content to stay put on our little piece of land out in the country for the time being. We are talking about making one more move though, to someplace greener than it is here in West Texas; one more change of address before our final forwarding address reads “Gone to Heaven.” 🙂
How many different places have you lived? Which one is the furthest from where you grew up?
Links to all of my 2018 A-Z Posts: