COMPLETE PERFECTION
Most people are quick to mention how tragic
it is to marry a mummy’s boy, very few have ever given a thought the woes of
marrying an only girl child. To be an only child puts you in a position where
you will always be a child in your parents’ eyes. You do not have the pleasure
of divided attention from your parents, understandably because you are all they
have. To be an only child who is a girl makes the situation even more complex.
You are raised like you are the most vulnerable of the female species that ever
lived on mother earth. The protection you are given makes you feel like you
live in the shadow of your parents all the time. The greatest test for any
parent is to handover their child for marriage, whether boy or girl. For an
only child, the test is bigger. It is a time to give all they have. The
expectations of an only child are no ordinary expectations too. They have known
nothing but lavish love, protection, and care. Such was my state six years ago
when I left home for marriage. Growing up as an only child, the love bar had
been set so high. It would take effort for someone else to love and cherish me,
to the extent I had grown up experiencing.
Here is to the man that cast all the cares
to the wind to fall in love with an only child. I vividly remember the anxiety
of my family as the wedding day drew nigh. Would this stranger love me as they
had? Would he remember that I am the only fruit of my mother’s womb? Not even
me who had known ‘this stranger’ for some time could give them the assurance
they so desperately needed. My hope was in this stranger’s promise, that his
love for me was eternal. My mother had always told me that a man is as good as
his word. Here was a man I was going to take at his word.
Today marks six years
and I look back with satisfaction. The man that took my hand in marriage has
added value in my life. He is a constant reminder of what it means for one to
live a life for others. Today I celebrate you Tumuramye Dickson. Its been a journey of walking and living
a day at a time, with the assurance that I was loved by the best.
May the beginning of our seventh year in
marriage bring a wave of complete perfection in our union.
©Prim K. Tumuramye
20th November 2016
Prim is a Christian,
wife, mother and Communications Specialist at Compassion International. She is passionate about reading,
writing, youth mentorship and intentional parenting.
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