hum drum unremarkable life and I like it!

So, I was given the challenge from fellow blogger, Martha, to write about my life. My suburban, drag my kids to school, do homework with them, drag them to sporting activities, add a cultural event or two in there, clean the house (ok sort of) make dinner, take a couple of classes, sit on a couple of committees, go to church, volunteer in the nursery, go to birthday parties, make small talk with other parents....life. And I wondered oh my gosh, who has time to be remarkable? Here's what she sent:

"My students were middle-class kids who were ashamed of their background. They felt like unless they grew up in poverty, they had nothing to write about...I felt sorry for these kids, that they thought their whole past was absolutely worthless because it was less than remarkable."-David Sedaris, from an interview in January Magazine
Admit it. You've said, "I have nothing to blog about. My life is boring." Haven't you. Haven't you?
Your challenge is to write about it anyway.Write about your less than remarkable life. Write about your routines, your habits, your schedule. Find the unremarkable things about your life and CELEBRATE them.
Go - be remarkable!"

So I go back to my childhood, which was not one like I have now, nor was it as bad as some of the kids who grew up in poverty. We lived in a nice home, with furniture a bit shabby, we got one or two of the cool clothes (izod, levi) but mostly had Target clothes (Wallmart wasn't around then), but my parents were divorced, I lived with my dad (who made questionable life style choices) and I felt different and all I craved was a middle class suburban lifestyle. But looking back (and it's so much easier to look back then having lived it, too bad teenagers don't have more insight I would have been much happier) I am happy for the experiences my family gave to me and I know that I was loved....Auntie Mame style (if you haven't seen the movie, it's a lot of fun, and definitely the Roselyn Russell one, not so much the Lucille Ball remake one).

So what I find remarkable about my life, is that I'm giving my children what I had wanted. But have, hopefully, still imparted that Auntie Mame spirit of loving life, different cultures and a love of travel. We shall see. I can only hope that my children will look back and realize that I only did my best. And I hope that I will beable to handle the eye rolling of their disdain of their middle class existence as they join a commune, artist colony, presidency, CEO, car mechanic...Whatever.....