They met at the age of 13 years old and haven't been able to
stay apart since! Growing up my friends often remind me how 'lucky' I was
that my parents were still together being that I didn't have very many friends
who came from a two parent household. 43 years later, this lovely couple
is still head over heels madly in love with one another. This union
birthed five amazing children whom they've instilled morals, values,
self-respect and most importantly perseverance. This blog post is relevant because
the man you see pictured is responsible for my thirst for photography and the
woman you see pictured is responsible for my passion and love for the written
word.
I want to share with you a
piece I recently wrote about Black love; the love I've seen, the love I've
felt, the love I've dreamed, the only love I know - - this love.
TO HAVE, TO HOLD, TO COMPROMISE
THE INSTITUTION OF MARRIAGE IN THE BLACK COMMUNITY
Statistically, marriage has
become less common among African Americans. According to the U.S. Census,
African American households are the least likely to contain a married couple,
compared to other racial/ethnic groups. Marriage appears to contribute
greatly to the economic well-being of African-American families. During
the last decades, the rates of marriage in the black community have declined
while the rates of divorce, separation, cohabitation, out-of-wedlock births,
and children residing in female-headed households have increased (http://www.healthymarriageinfo.org.)
With that, more than ever, America needs the Black family. So what
happened? There are many factors to consider obviously but I’ll speak on
one issue; longevity.
Our
parents, grandparents and great grandparents knew what it was like to stick it
out. If they were having problems, it was nobody’s business but their
own. If they no longer loved each other, they saved face by acting normal
yet slept in separate beds. If there were any indiscretions it was hushed
and not flashed around town. Were the methods they used effective?
Yes. Some methods of course weren’t ideal, but were still effective and
ultimately saved the family. Today, sticking it out and making it work
seems to be a past time in the Black community. The words “I do” should
possess permanent power. Those words were not taken lightly then and
shouldn’t be taken lightly now with what seems to be a combination of a self
and societal annihilation of the
Black family. Traditional vows are widely held and highly respected by
many, including myself, however I do believe the willingness to compromise
should be a part of a tradition the Black family seems to have lost in the
ruins over the years.
A
marriage is sure to fail without compromise. Can compromise take place
when two people aren’t happy and neither are willing to find out why? Not
likely. Can compromise take place when one person feels they are always
right and the other is always wrong? Won’t happen. Can compromise
take place when one person’s flesh begins to cloud their judgment on what’s
best for the family? Not ever. Can compromise take place between
two people who haven’t a clue how to not only suffer but also accept the trials
and tribulations that seem to go hand in hand in marriage? Not
likely.
Love
is equally important in a marriage but even it is not possible without the
willingness to brave the waves, walk over coal, take a few punches and sustain
a few setbacks all with the willingness to suit up and repeatedly take one for
the team.
Compromise, stronger than love.
Compromise, stronger than love.
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