30 Years of Marriage
This month, we are celebrating 30
years of being married, 30 years of togetherness.
Back then, everyone
said we would never make it.
The odds of us making it were stacked against us.
But look at how far we have come.
Was it perfect? Of course not. We’d be lying if we said it was.
We were barely out
of college when we got married. I moved to the U.S. first, and he followed me soon
after. There were no rules, no roadmaps, no elders to guide or interfere. We
were figuring it out as we went. We made plenty of mistakes, stumbled, grew,
and evolved (our kids might challenge the “matured” part!).
For years, everything revolved around the children. They
were going to be little only once, we told ourselves. We were always
united on that front. Due to his schedule, there was very little free time he could offer, so it became family time. We never took any time for ourselves, for just the two of us. Whatever free time he had, was family time. We dined out, we ate in, we went to the movies, we walked around as a family.
If you would like to learn more about our journey, click on the link
https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2024/04/celebrating-25-years-of-motherhood-day_02003434139.html
And as devastating as the Pandemic was, it gave us extra time to pause, reflect, and reset our priorities. It gave us space to regroup—to be kind not only to each other but to those around us. In the midst of chaos, we learned to cherish the present, the now.
Parenting was hard,
period. It was—made even harder without a village. No books, classes, or advice
can prepare you for the unknown. Once you become a parent, there’s no turning
back.
After the twins
were born, I gave up my career to raise our children. It was my choice; I
became the default parent. and though I don’t hold a professional title now, I
hold the greatest one of all: that of
being a Mom. My three children are my pride, joy, and happiness. Perhaps this was
always my calling, I just didn’t know it then.
If you missed a post about my journey, click on
https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2024/03/you-and-me.html
My husband's work kept him away—days, nights, weekends, holidays, sometimes so busy saving a life that he couldn't even answer our phone calls. During the school years, we had to
schedule him to be "there" months in advance.
Because of his schedule, celebrations rarely happened on the actual day. Our motto became: Every day is special. And though he wasn’t always physically there, the kids always knew they could count on him to be there. We went and got ice cream when we could, sometimes before dinner.
And through the ups
and downs, all the curve balls life threw at us, we stuck it out.
We did our best to
make memories. Traveling became our family’s glue, and it warms our hearts us that our
grown children still love traveling with us.
And as I look back, there were more ups than downs. Our journey had its share of tears, heartbreaks, arguments, but it was also filled with joy, nurturing, laughter, and learning. Honestly, we learned more from our children than they did from us.
The children have
been raised in an environment where they are free to explore and choose their
own path, they are not burdened by any societal expectations.
https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2024/04/celebrating-25-years-of-motherhood-day_0706348203.html
In the end, we can
only hope that they will carry with them the values of love, empathy,
acceptance, and kindness that we have tried our best to teach; regardless of
the environment or circumstances they may encounter along the way. And I hope
that they will embrace their uniqueness and will someday find their sense of
belonging.
Looks like we made it , look how far we have come. We have each other's backs.
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