Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Where I Come From

First the picture. Can I preface the photo with "It was the 80s?" My mom loved a perm. And we really lucked out because great grandma would do my perm for free. Which makes sense because she wasn't even a hairdresser. I am pretty sure no expense was spared in the boxed solution purchased. I mean when perming a four year old's hair you really need to ensure high quality chemicals, right? Remember Olgilvie?

From the looks of this picture, I think I got the not-quite-right perm. Thanks Mom for being so hip or groovy or whatever you were in 1983. I guess I was hip too...with my permed 80s hair... at age 4. Lesson learned.


If you have read this blog for any amount of time, then you might know a few things about me.

1.) I am a military wife.
2.) I have three kids.
3.) I grew up in the Midwest (Iowa to be exact).

I am pretty open about the above facts. However, I don't share much else. Not in life. Not on the blog. All things change when I come across a blogging challenge I really like. Jenni from Story of My Life did blogging prompts in May. I loved the opportunity to write. To open up. Create a different dynamic around here. So, I've decided to join Jenni's newest challenge. The first prompt is sharing where you come from or how you became you. 

I have a father and a mother. I've never known them together. I spent a lot of time with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. And my brother. We got shifted around from one grandparents' house to the next for a long time. Unconventional, yes, but the best memories. All of my grandparents lived on the edge of town and there were always places to explore. My brother and I use to get into so much trouble. Ok... really my brother was trouble... I was just the tag along. The little sister.

We probably had more freedom than necessary. My kids would never. But we survived. We caught big bullfrogs and tadpoles in the neighbor's pond. And tried our best to jump over the creek filled to the brim in spring. Bridge To Terabitha anyone? Our creek was a much smaller scale. I would follow my brother to the nearby grain elevator to watch him shoot birds with his BB gun. Sometimes we snuck off to the gravel pits to look for rusted metal crap to collect. Our loot always gave us away. Some days we stayed close and picked fruit from Grandma's trees and tried to pump water from the well.  Things Midwestern kids do.

I know those early years surrounded by family made a huge impression on me. I feel so incredibly blessed to have these special relationships with my grandparents. I certainly feel my value in family and genuine interest in people comes from years of observing my grandparents' generation do the same. My adventurous side was probably a fire lit at a very young age following my mischievous big brother. All combined together to get the adult me in a nutshell. A military wife with three kids from the Midwest.


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  1. nice!!!! I'm also in the blogtember challenge... hope to read more and know more about you...

    xoxo, Tayrina

  2. I agree with you -- as a kid I had a LOT of freedom. Freedoms that my kids will NEVER get. I was 10 years old walking a few miles with another 10 year old friend to go to my dance classes. We'd stop at the convenience store to get a snack or a drink and then keep on down the road. On BUSY roads. And no one worried about us getting snatched up or anything like that. Sorry, my children, you won't experience THAT!

  3. I had no idea that you were from Iowa! So was my dad. Hearing all of the stories of his childhood made me jealous that we weren't even allowed to the end of our street.

  4. I'm sad sometimes that my kids won't have the small town midwest childhood that I had. That really hit me when I went home last month. My mom had our bangs permed. It was horrid. My sis and I both had these big poof balls on the top of our head.

  5. As always, I love today's post...and the picture! A fun little guys were the first people in town (that I knew of) with caller id. Ugh, was I envious! Of course, you had the house with the greatest colors of paint too!!

    If you recall, I as well had a ball of poof on my head, and my hair was super short so it REALLY looked like a cotton ball.

  6. Thanks for sharing! I love to hear more about you. :)