Once I Wanted To Be the Greatest

We Were Going to Be Sailors

We Were Going to Be Sailors
Decorah, Iowa, United States
March 30
My name is Sharon. I am a 54 year old single woman living in a small town in the midwest. This is my story. I was born in Iowa into a hard working, catholic farming family. The 6th child and youngest - one of two girls. Life was simple on the farm. We worked hard, were taught to be honest and true to ourselves. We had a tight knit family and community. It wasn't a perfect childhood, but it was simple and good and beautiful. My parents were decent folks. My father extremely diligent, of german descent. Very tight with his money, but also very generous with his time and love. My mother a devout Catholic, a bit misguided, with a sharp tongue. But full of love for her family. An excellent cook and very dedicated to her husband and children. My brothers were typical boys growing up in the 60's and 70's. A bit of trouble makers, but good kids. Smart and hard working. They teased me and love me to no end. My sister struggled with her self and finally found strength in religion in her twenties after searching to find a place for herself in this big wide world. And me. Bright, funny, a bit of a rebble rouser. But a good kid. And this blog is my son Trevor and my story. Trevor was born June 29, 1986 in Roseville, California. His father and I had gotten pregnant three weeks after being married. This was how I thought the perceived good life should be and would be. Getting married, being a stay at home mom, and taking care of my family. He was a beautiful child. We as new parents a bit nervous, and maybe a bit overwhelmed by this new life we had made and were now responsible for. When Trevor was five we moved from California back to Iowa, to raise our two sons, pregnant with the 3rd. We built a beautiful home, had a daughter....and went about the business of raising our family.


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