ChildHood - Installment V
Allrighty-O! ( <-- no idea where that came from.)
If you're just beginning this series, remember the beginning is the best place to start:
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ChildHood - Installment I
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ChildHood - Installment I
I didn't have that. I had to memorize numerous new telephone numbers and addresses, and usually just about the time I was getting used to my surroundings, we'd move and the process began all over again.
I had this idea of small towns, that it would be just like in the movies, you'd walk down the city street and people would call you out by name, would know everything about you just like you knew everything about them. And I knew it was true. Because my father comes from a small town, and every time we go there, people call out his name, wave, know where his parents live (in a non stalking creepy way), and one of his childhood buddies eventually became town mayor. My cousin lives there, and she walks down the street and can name all the owners of the little shops, they all know her, and she could walk the whole town blindfolded.
But I haven't lived in a small town in ages, and even if I did, by the time everyone got to know me, we'd be gone again.
Yet, I'll tell you what I did have. What I do have. I have the opportunity to go places, see things, meet people, have different experiences. The beauty of a small town to me, was always the closely knit relationship of the community. It made me feel safe. Like I'd always have a place to come back to. But I've come to realize, that although I can't exactly name my hometown, because I moved away from the city I was born in when I was ten days old, I will always have a place to come back to. No. I will have many places I may always return to. Everywhere I've lived, I have left a little piece of me. And I know that if I ever need to, I can go back there. But even more importantly, because we've moved around so much, my immediate family has become quite closely knit, and I know for sure, that wherever life takes Victor and I, no matter what happens, we can always come home- wherever home might be at the time.
We've been homeschooled, which I believe was the best choice for several reasons, but truth be told, I don't know what we would have done if school were a constant hindrance to moving around. We'd have to be buckled down by school too much. However, moving, traveling, and homeschooling have gone hand in hand. Because we move and travel, we homeschool. But because we homeschool, we move and travel. If we were in a public school, we couldn't take so many trips, see so many things, meet so many people. Yet, every time someone fears for our "socialization skills", they worry in vain, for with all the trips and moves we've made, we've become acquainted with just as much culture and different people as if we were in school. (Read my homeschooling post here.)
All these changes, all these moves, have shaped me into who I am. Every new place has impacted me in a different way. All the new people I've met, have imprinted something in my life. I don't know who I'd be if we hadn't moved around so much. Oftentimes I wonder what would've happened if father hadn't been stationed out of Brazil. How would I be? Who would I be? I'd have gone to public school, but would I have ever learnt English as I now know it? Would I be close to my family still? Would I have seen the small percentage of the world as I currently have, or would I have seen less? More? Would I have met all the people I have? Would I know different people? Would I be better? Or worse?
The truth is, I'm glad I didn't have to make that choice. Someone did it for me; He knows who I would be had we not moved. So He sent me to a different path instead. I have every confidence He knows what He's doing. I'm glad I don't have to figure it out because I can't see the big picture. He can. I believe that if this is where He wants me right now, then I'm here for a reason. If I didn't grow up in a small town where everybody knows my name, knows everything about me just like I know everything about them, then it's all for the best.
I suppose if I really had to, I could make myself adjust to living in one place for the rest of my life. I could get used to it, make the best of it. But for now I'm content with getting restless every five years, it's as if there's a built in clock in me, and its timer is on. Every five years or so it's time to move on, pack up and go some place new. The thought of living in one house, in one city for thirty odd years ... somehow isn't appealing anymore. I don't want to settle, not right now anyways. I like this rhythm.
Take what you can from the people you meet, take what you can from the places you go. The experience, the wisdom they can share. Learn all you can, see all you can, do all you can in the time you have here. Enjoy it to it's full potential so you'll have no regrets when you look back. Then move on. It was good while it lasted, now it's time for something new!
I have left little pieces of me everywhere I've been, but everywhere I've been has given me a little piece of it so that I'm now a patchwork quilt. No, I'm not made of one fine linen, I have rough spots, faults. I have soft spots, weaknesses. I have pieces that are unique and don't match, my oddness. All of them have come together by a Master quilt maker, to form me. I'm not perfect, but I'm me. I couldn't be who I am today without all our moves. So in the long run, I'm pretty happy with how everything has worked together. I'm pleased with my experiences and their outcomes. It's taught me to hang on, and then when the time comes, to let go. Moving has its ups and downs, but if that's the path that's laid out in front of you, it's because you're awesome and you can handle it. The ups outweigh the downs. Always.
P.S. Unfortunately this method of raising your kids does not come with a guarantee that your kids will not be silly, weird, result in people asking if you have dropped your kids once or twice when they were babies.
|Keremeos BC - 2011|
|Niagara Falls - 2009|
|Toronto ON - 2010|
If not, I'll try again sometime in the future. Thank you all for reading and commenting, feedback is so terribly appreciated.