Today’s meme is hosted by There’s A Book.
Every week, we share bits and pieces of our lives and connect to others who are sharing their own tidbits.
DO YOU COME FROM A LARGE OR A SMALL FAMILY, AND HOW DO YOU THINK IT INFLUENCED YOUR LIFE?
I think that family size, birth order, and all kinds of other factors do influence our lives. To me, my family of origin felt like a family with two + two children. My older brother and I were a unit; then eight years after I was born, my younger brother came along, followed five years later by my sister.
Family dynamics were very different between the two sets. Our responsibilities, what was expected of us…very different.
I left home when the younger two were still very small, so my experiences with them came later, when I would come back to visit. My sister and I do not share a “sisterly” bond.
To this day, I’m not that close to her. My younger brother and I had a stronger bond (he was eight years younger), and I used to “babysit” him, read to him, etc. Nowadays, we have an amicable relationship.
My older brother died when he was in his forties, but he and I shared the strongest bond. We were in high school, and then college, at the same time. We both married (the first times) in the same year and had our first homes in the same general geographical area.
We then went our separate ways, though, following career paths, etc. We would generally only see each other at family gatherings.
I scrounged through my photo albums and couldn’t come up with a picture of us growing up. That probably says a lot. I do recall there were family “movies,” with the Super 8 camera, which we later transferred to videotape. And there were slides. But no actual photos. Hmm….
I was born during WWII (okay, that means I’m VERY OLD!), and film was at a premium. That was their story and they’re sticking to it! lol
In some ways, my life was most affected by the times in which we grew up. Doing without and wishing for more was a theme throughout my childhood, even after times and finances improved. That depression and war era perspective colored our lives in that our parents were never free from worry.
In my own life, I’ve chosen the opposite tack. Live each day fully and don’t be afraid to take risks. Today is here and now…live in the now. I was ripe for the sixties era, with the fascination with living for the moment.
I still live that way today, for the most part. So, in a sense, the family in which I grew up groomed me and set me up for the “flower child” era and the freedom that time gave to us.
You could probably call me an aging flower child!