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My wife made this bangin’ garden vegetable rice topped with shrimp ceviche. #noevidence (Taken with instagram)
Yes that is a Handi-Snacks stick in my mouth. #retroish (Taken with instagram)
I never imagined the amount of selflessness and dedication is required to make a marriage work. I mean I am a naturally selfless person and I am dedicated to those who mean the most to me, but in marriage, there are new levels to be conquered.
I love my wife and my two boys more than anything or anyone I have ever known or will ever know. With that said, not a day goes by that I don’t have to think about ways to improve my commitment to them. Being aware of what I represent and my responsibilities to my family has been a huge struggle thus far. Adapting to being a family man from a single’s lifestyle is definitely not as easy as I thought it would be. I’m not saying that I don’t want this new lifestyle, but that having to be conscious of my wife and my boys ahead of myself at all times is truly a testament of submission. I submit to my wife an children freely and without restraint; I just need the ability to take a moment to do something for myself every once in a while.
My wife is the most amazing woman in the world. She is completely selfless and devoted to our children and marriage in a way I hope to be. She has a ten year head start on the child piece, but we are equally committed to our marriage. I witness her daily sacrifice sleep just to make sure our children have everything they desire. She puts herself last to ensure that her family wants for nothing. I literally have to force her out of the house to get a manicure every so often. It doesn’t help that I sometimes resent her for leaving our home to do those self-preservation things that she sometimes does. I know it isn’t right, but I know I don’t have all the answers when it comes to caring for our 5 month old. Sometimes he cries and I can’t get him to stop. She seems to know exactly what to do when he’s upset. It’s amazing!!! I wish I could do what she does, and when I can’t, I get frustrated. It’s not her fault, it’s mine for not being as selfless and dedicated as I need to be to my family.
So with that, I move to give more of myself to my family at all possible moments, even at 3:00 in the morning if need be, because I know that my sacrifice now will pay dividends in the future. Yeah I know it sounds cliche, but I fully submit to my wife an children the way all husbands and fathers should.
I’ve been contemplating cutting my locs for a while now. I absolutely love my locs, but now they have become a symbol of what I used to be. I used be single and ready to mingle. I used to throw caution to the wind. I used to look for the woman that noticed me more than the women I noticed. I used to love the attention my locs brought my way. I used to want to be desired because of my locs. I used to love the fact my ex didn’t like them but other women did. I used to dig the respect from loc admirers. I mean face it, having locs is a lot like being a blonde; shit is crazy!!!! I just don’t want nor need my hair to symbolize or attract any unwanted energy that it normally brings. Now that I’m married, I have been told by many brothers that it gets worse ( the attention from women.) I’d much rather be just a face in the crowd as opposed to the tall dude with the locs in the room. Moreover, locs have become so saturated. Everywhere I look in this city I can see at least 8-10 dudes with locs that seemed to have grown them to identify with some thug representation as opposed to knowing what locs truly represent. I don’t need that type of misrepresentation to influence the views of others about me (mainly the police) because my wife and kids are more important to me than my hair and the joys it can bring. So in a few weeks, my locs will be cut. I wonder how many of my followers will stop following me then?