Topic : long term commitments
Created on : Sunday, February 11, 2007, 09:17:58 am
| marriage in the later years. thirty years ago, i donned a maternity blue pants suit and off i went to the county clerk of nyc and got married. my father 'held a shotgun', and forced the issue of my impending arrival to give my child a name. thirty years ago, it was what you did. single parenthood was a dark secret, the girl who shamed the family. the girl who was locked away with all the other skeletons in the closet. but, together we, my prince and i took that step. married to give our child a home with a commited couple. and fast forward, the child is now 29 years old and my young prince has developed a paunch. i realized not long ago, when we married it was not love that brought us to the altar. not the dreams of most young couples, not the white picket fence and t wo cars in the garage. it was the commitment to our child, the restrictions of society and unwed women. the religious convictions we both had in our families. we grew together, us and the child. as our baby grew, so did we. during those young years, work and family were the motivation of staying together. yes, we did things together. the family vacation, the occasional movie. a rare get away. not long ago, i realized it was not love that brought us together at the beginning. the years instead, developed the love that has held us together. |
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