Life is Short Part Deux :)
Journey into the Unknown
Ok, where was I? Oh yea :)
My siblings were all quite a bit older than me. My oldest sister was 19, my next sister 15 and my brother 8 when I was born. This made "almost" an only child, hehe. By the time I was old enough to bug anyone, my brother was a teenager and my sisters were out of the house.
I grew up with my older sister's kids. I was 3 1/2 years older than her twins, and she had two more children in the two years after that. So I had a large family of "almost siblings" and when I got tired of sharing, I could go home, LOL. She also had another child several years later... someone to watch over and protect :)
I worshipped my brother. He had a friend who lived just a few houses away, and when he'd come over I would stand at the top of the stairs on the porch with my arms crossed and tell him, in no uncertain terms, "go away, Bubba doesn't want to play with you!"
Yes, my brother's name is Bubba. Living in Virginia gives us enough of a Southern twist to call him by that nickname. My Daddy called him Butch. Or sometimes Bubs. Since his real name is Theorore Clyde III, we had to do something :)
More about my childhood later. Suffice it to say I grew up poor but pretty much in the dark about it :) I married after a year in college - much too young if you ask me. I think everyone should be required to finish school and live on their own for at least one year before being allowed to marry... but, again, that's another story...
We had two children when my husband had a better idea and we split up.
Now I was a single Mom. One of my children had Treacher-Collins Syndrome. She was born with a cleft palate and had to have a tracheostomy and a gastrostomy (a tube in the trachea to allow her to breathe without choking and a tube in her tummy so she could be fed). She required a lot of medical care. Click here to see more on Gracie
So now I was a single mom with two children, one with some major problems, and a husband who thought child support was a vile requirement. By the time my youngest was 3 years old, he was over $11,000 in arrears.
To say the least, I learned many ways to stretch a dollar. We ate a lot of eggs - there's a dozen of 'em in there... that makes a lot of meals -- and a lot of macaroni and cheese. I saw too it that my kids had all their veggies too, but it was a hard time. Very hard in more ways than one.
But I learned a lot from my children and most of them were wonderful lessons. They were loving and happy babies; their Dad had no idea what he tossed away.
So, yeah, I know what poor looks and feels like. If you find yourself in that boat, you can choose to let it destroy you or you can grow stronger from it. I certainly had my days when I thought it would drag me down and trample me in the dust, but mostly, I scrimped and worked and somethow made it through.
Excuse me while I go look at those flowers and trees again, I think I've earned the view.
More later.... :)
Ok, where was I? Oh yea :)
My siblings were all quite a bit older than me. My oldest sister was 19, my next sister 15 and my brother 8 when I was born. This made "almost" an only child, hehe. By the time I was old enough to bug anyone, my brother was a teenager and my sisters were out of the house.
I grew up with my older sister's kids. I was 3 1/2 years older than her twins, and she had two more children in the two years after that. So I had a large family of "almost siblings" and when I got tired of sharing, I could go home, LOL. She also had another child several years later... someone to watch over and protect :)
I worshipped my brother. He had a friend who lived just a few houses away, and when he'd come over I would stand at the top of the stairs on the porch with my arms crossed and tell him, in no uncertain terms, "go away, Bubba doesn't want to play with you!"
Yes, my brother's name is Bubba. Living in Virginia gives us enough of a Southern twist to call him by that nickname. My Daddy called him Butch. Or sometimes Bubs. Since his real name is Theorore Clyde III, we had to do something :)
More about my childhood later. Suffice it to say I grew up poor but pretty much in the dark about it :) I married after a year in college - much too young if you ask me. I think everyone should be required to finish school and live on their own for at least one year before being allowed to marry... but, again, that's another story...
We had two children when my husband had a better idea and we split up.
Now I was a single Mom. One of my children had Treacher-Collins Syndrome. She was born with a cleft palate and had to have a tracheostomy and a gastrostomy (a tube in the trachea to allow her to breathe without choking and a tube in her tummy so she could be fed). She required a lot of medical care. Click here to see more on Gracie
So now I was a single mom with two children, one with some major problems, and a husband who thought child support was a vile requirement. By the time my youngest was 3 years old, he was over $11,000 in arrears.
To say the least, I learned many ways to stretch a dollar. We ate a lot of eggs - there's a dozen of 'em in there... that makes a lot of meals -- and a lot of macaroni and cheese. I saw too it that my kids had all their veggies too, but it was a hard time. Very hard in more ways than one.
But I learned a lot from my children and most of them were wonderful lessons. They were loving and happy babies; their Dad had no idea what he tossed away.
So, yeah, I know what poor looks and feels like. If you find yourself in that boat, you can choose to let it destroy you or you can grow stronger from it. I certainly had my days when I thought it would drag me down and trample me in the dust, but mostly, I scrimped and worked and somethow made it through.
Excuse me while I go look at those flowers and trees again, I think I've earned the view.
More later.... :)
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