Being married for FIFTY years here, that’s something, worth mentioning all right, as they march toward their sixtieth years of life together, translated…
This year is my parent’s golden anniversary, being low-key as they were, they’d, not hoped we throw them a huge celebration, but I’d, taken the opportunity of, this special occasion, and made an e-card, and posted it onto FB, as I showed my mother, she became, embarrassed, kept hollering, that she didn’t want someone else to see it.
My mother married my father, who’s an eldest son, that was, the start of the destined life of busyness for her. My maternal grandmother was the stable support my mother could count on, but, before she was able to enjoy her life, she’d passed away, due to liver cancer, back when my mother was, in her forties, and since, she’d, slowly, disconnected herself with her side of the family. In her house, where the sons are weighed more heavily than the daughters, my mother who was married, was like that bucket of water, poured outside, so, I’d, not felt the least bit connected with my uncles and aunts on her side of the family, let alone my cousins, and, all I remembered about them, were from my childhood interactions.
While my father has a huge family, as my mother married over, she’d not only needed to serve her parents-in-law, all the meals of my uncles and aunts, depended on my mother alone. Had it not been my maternal grandmother’s training her to cook well, I don’t know how she was, to manage, making the meals for a family of over ten people. As the eldest sister-in-law, my mother was forced, to become a woman with a ton of generosity, and able-bodied too, and so, on all those special occasions, my mother had, busied herself in and out, of the kitchens. Until she gave birth to her second daughter, and my father decided, to strike out on his own, did my mother, get a breath in.
The eldest daughter-in-law, also carried the grand responsibilities of carrying on the family name, and yet, my mother got a joke played on her by fate, she had five daughters, one right after the other, and, she’d decided, to stop having children. The salary of a regular nine-to-five worker goes into keeping a family of seven, it’d, one again, tested the wisdom of my mother, who budgeted the cash. Since we were younger, we were taught, to live plainly, and, “wants” and “desires” are known to us, as words in a dictionary. My mother used all her skills, raised the five of us up. In half a century, I watched how she’d, calculated every last dime, it’d, made me believe firmly, how amazing women are, especially, as they take up the role of a housewife.
My parents had been in love for fifty years, they’d, complemented each other, although they fought often, but, that was, the sweetest way they have, of interacting with each other. There’s, something difficult in every family, same for my house too, but, they could, always show a ton of tolerance for one another, and even though, they still gave one another silent treatments every now and then, they’d, started talking again in no more than, two, three days.
The years took my parents, into a whole new stage of their lives, I’m truly grateful, of how healthy they both had been. My parents who’d become, shiny stars, I’m grateful for you, for bringing me into this world, thank you, for allowing me to be your daughter. It’s hard, being married for fifty years, I offer that laurel crown, upon your head, to help you, document this moment you should both feel proud about. I hope you will both be happy and healthy from here on our, and, allow me, to walk with you, toward, your diamond anniversary next.
And so, this showed, what goes into, making a marriage work, the parents respected one another, and, although they have small fights, but, they are able to, resolve it quickly enough, because they know they love one another, and that, nothing should, come between the love, the respect they have for each other, especially, not the smallest matters in their lives.