My grandma invited my mother-in-law and me to join her weekly women’s breakfast yesterday, and as my grandma was introducing us, she had to also tell the ladies how Mark and I met. She then stated that Mark and I couldn’t be more alike . . . one lady then commented with “except that she’s American and he’s British.” And another lady followed with “and he’s male and she’s female.” I said a hearty amen to both. 🙂 You never know how different males and females are until you’re married, and you never know how different someone of another culture is until you join two cultures in marriage. Thankfully, God overrides both the gender and the cultural factors, but not without a lot of death to self to both the husband and the wife.
And I’ve actually written a lot on this subject, yet I’ve never posted my thoughts. Mainly, because your average person has no clue what I’m talking about. Secondly, I’m fortunate enough to have a few friends who are in bi-cultural marriages and with whom I can share my heart and get perfect understanding. I so appreciate those friendships. I don’t take them lightly at all. Yet I always marvel on how we do it. The hardest part is that one half of the marriage partnership has left his/her home and family to be with the other. And it’s not easy. It’s even harder once kids are in the picture. I always feel like we’ve chosen one family over the other when that’s not how it is at all, but in another sense, it is really. I always feel that my children are being ripped off in that they’re missing out on one parent’s country, family, memories, lifestyle, etc. I always mourn that my kids aren’t growing up with their cousins. And I always pray that both sets of grandparents will live long healthy lives.
Not one day goes by in which I don’t think about saving money for our next trip across the pond. Not one day goes by when I don’t wonder how life would be if we were living in England. And not one days goes by where I don’t think of both sides of our family. I’m grateful to be living so close to my family. So thankful for all the help that my family gives to us. They’re a huge support, and we could not live here without them. I don’t discount them or take them for granted. I just wish the other half lived as close . . . 🙂
Anyway, just a few thoughts from an overly tired brain.