Sunday, 26 February 2012

A 30 Year Love Affair


It has suddenly occurred to me how long it has been since I blogged last.   My only excuse is a major - and very sudden - turn-around in my life-plan (more on that later in the week) as well as limited internet access.   Pathetic reasons I know, and I apologise profusely!

Now that that’s out of the way, there is a very special occasion that I absolutely have to mention.   On 20 February 2012, my wonderful parents celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary.   It amazes me to think that my Mom had only just turned 21 (that’s two years younger than I am now), when she exchanged vows with my Dad.   I know that it was another age, and that living in Zimbabwe meant that circumstances were very different to how they are now, but I still admire her for having the courage to marry a man and leave her home at such a young age.   Although they had no money, and no idea what the hell they were doing, they emigrated to South Africa and are still here and happily married 30 years later.

When I think about my parents’ marriage, I often wonder why it is that people of my generation have such a problem with commitment.   Is it because we have been conditioned to look out for the best of everything, and are afraid that the person who we choose will not be good enough?   Or perhaps we are too selfish and the thought of having to make compromises for another person is really not that appealing.   I know that for me, the mere idea of having to make such a life-altering decision makes me weak at the knees.   I have trouble deciding on what outfit to wear, let alone whether or not I want to spend the rest of my life with another person!  

Having said that, I – being the hopeless romantic that I am - am eternally hopeful that all this will change once I have met Mr Right.   And who could blame me?   When you are brought up by two people who are completely and utterly committed and devoted to each other, it’s difficult not to think that this is how love and marriage should be.   So when people ask me why I am such a love-sick sap, I simply smile and ask them if they have met my parents.  

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