The change from life as a merchant mariner- specifically, a ship’s Second Officer- to becoming a mother is nothing like I expected. It’s nothing I could have ever anticipated in my wildest dreams. And in some cases, I have learned more than I ever wanted to know.
And just try to write a coherent sentence when your well meaning, but interrupting husband, keeps asking about pieces of paper, DVD’s, hooks and phone cards- “Are these cards still good?” (I don’t have the faintest clue- why don’t you check them out?… and leave me alone.)- as he weeds out stuff on the dumping ground, sometimes known as a kitchen counter.
As I teenager, I thought I’d go to college, get out, work for a few years, get married, have 3 kids, have a house with a white picket fence, and be happy. As a freshman in college, I referred to myself as “bio major, pre-med.” As a new college graduate, I entered the world clueless. No job, no direction. It took several steps to reach my life on the water. And once I was working on the water, it took some more steps and leap-frogging to get me into my life as a merchant mariner. Life began at 29.