Its Only 365 Days
249/365: THE MUNDANE
8 SEPT 14
I can relate to Jesse Tyler Furgesson. I saw his episode of "Who Do You Think You Are," where historians dig into the celebrities family history to find interesting tid bits, and what they found about his extended family certainly was a bit crazy, but what I related to most was when he started off talking about his childhood. For a lot of people, when you ask that question, "how was your childhood," its such a loaded question. My friend describes a childhood where there was no food, war was happening right outside their doorstep, and because of their situation, doctors, money, and medicine were all scarce, so when her new baby brother got sick, he soon died because there was literally no way to get help.
Her story isn't the only one like that. A lot of my friends from various places around the globe have these horrendous stories, or one of the classic, my father left us when we were young type deals. After a while, I stopped talking about my own childhood with them. I felt as if I needed to apologize for being dealt the hand that I was dealt. I had a happy uneventful childhood filled with rainbows and unicorns. I grew up on a tree lined street. My next door neighbors were our best friends, there was a park 3 blocks away, I went to a great school, had plenty of friends, was a girl scout, went on family vacations. The only thing I truly wished we had was a pet, but my parents were sooo not into pets, but really if that's my only "complaint," there really wasn't anything to complain about.
I was just a happy kid. I had everything I needed. I might have wanted a lot of stuff, but roof over my head, brother to get on my nerves, food in my belly, both parents happily married back then and today. It was great, but I found it hard to share this with my friends because no one could relate. Everyone's parents were divorced, or their father had left or died, or some other horrible circumstances in their childhood, and it always made me wonder how are you standing today with a smile on your face? Life is that big lotto, and some of us are from the looks of it, extremely lucky to have been given the gift of the lives we've had because it only takes something unexpected, something horrible, and your life changes just like that and you're never the same.
All you can do is say with a life like this, is thank you for the gift and you hope that one day you can pass that unicorn and rainbow life on to some children of your own.
249/365: THE MUNDANE
8 SEPT 14
I can relate to Jesse Tyler Furgesson. I saw his episode of "Who Do You Think You Are," where historians dig into the celebrities family history to find interesting tid bits, and what they found about his extended family certainly was a bit crazy, but what I related to most was when he started off talking about his childhood. For a lot of people, when you ask that question, "how was your childhood," its such a loaded question. My friend describes a childhood where there was no food, war was happening right outside their doorstep, and because of their situation, doctors, money, and medicine were all scarce, so when her new baby brother got sick, he soon died because there was literally no way to get help.
Her story isn't the only one like that. A lot of my friends from various places around the globe have these horrendous stories, or one of the classic, my father left us when we were young type deals. After a while, I stopped talking about my own childhood with them. I felt as if I needed to apologize for being dealt the hand that I was dealt. I had a happy uneventful childhood filled with rainbows and unicorns. I grew up on a tree lined street. My next door neighbors were our best friends, there was a park 3 blocks away, I went to a great school, had plenty of friends, was a girl scout, went on family vacations. The only thing I truly wished we had was a pet, but my parents were sooo not into pets, but really if that's my only "complaint," there really wasn't anything to complain about.
I was just a happy kid. I had everything I needed. I might have wanted a lot of stuff, but roof over my head, brother to get on my nerves, food in my belly, both parents happily married back then and today. It was great, but I found it hard to share this with my friends because no one could relate. Everyone's parents were divorced, or their father had left or died, or some other horrible circumstances in their childhood, and it always made me wonder how are you standing today with a smile on your face? Life is that big lotto, and some of us are from the looks of it, extremely lucky to have been given the gift of the lives we've had because it only takes something unexpected, something horrible, and your life changes just like that and you're never the same.
All you can do is say with a life like this, is thank you for the gift and you hope that one day you can pass that unicorn and rainbow life on to some children of your own.