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I wanted “Normal” – What I got was Better

Growing up as the child of immigrants, I desperately wanted to fit in, but our family didn’t. Kids at school made fun of our name, my mother’s accent, my hand-me-down, homemade clothes and the weird food I ate for lunch.

I just wanted to be normal. I wanted peanut butter and jelly on squishy white bread, not stinky cheese on pumpernickel.

More than anything, though, I wanted a 9-5 Dad, like my friends had. My brother and I only saw Dad on weekends, because he worked second shift (3-11), so we lived on opposite schedules.

While I longed for my friends’ “normal” lives, I didn’t see how blessed we were to be different.

Dad worked customer service for TWA (Trans World Airlines) for 37 years, so while my friends’ families went on road trips, our motto was: a bad flight beats a good drive any day of the week.

It wasn’t unusual for Dad to come home from work on Thursday and tell Mom, “Pack a bag. We’re heading for [fill in the city] tomorrow.”

We flew standby and showed up in our Sunday best, hoping for a seat. Sometimes we got on; sometimes we didn’t, but we knew not to complain. If we missed that flight; we’d catch the next one.

The Blaskowskis - 1978

The Blaskowskis -1978

Dad’s luggage rules were simple: 1) whatever you packed had to fit in your carry-on, and 2) you were the one carrying it. After a few sweaty sprints down airport concourses in high heels to make a tight connection, I grasped the wisdom of packing light. To this day I can travel for 3 weeks with a carry-on and one “personal item.”

Dad’s job also got us great rates at swanky hotels we never could have afforded otherwise. He always said, “We didn’t have a lot of money, but we got to see a lot of places.”

He was right.

Though I didn’t see it then, today I am oh-so-grateful for the sacrifices Dad (and Mom) made to give us what my “normal” friends never had: the chance to see the world. It’s a gift that inspires me, every day. I absorbed Dad’s love of exploring new places, so my feet get a little itchy if I stay in one place too long. I still get some of my best sleep on airplanes. And every single time I step off a plane, I get a kick of excitement that I’ve been magically transported to a brand new place.

Whether your childhood was blessedly “normal” or weirdly different, take time to appreciate the good parts, the unique parts, the silly adventures and the love shown, however imperfectly.

What things did you take for granted during your childhood that you appreciate now? I’d love to hear about them in the comments.