My husband is black.
Consciously or unconsciously, it’s the first thing people notice about us as a couple.
While interracial relationships and marriages are nothing new, they are still not the overwhelming norm. That’s why our country went nuts when Cheerios aired a Super Bowl commercial with a white mom, a black dad, and their mixed daughter.
Don’t get me wrong. I can totally understand why one may feel uncomfortable marrying outside of his or her race. I mean, as a Korean girl, what would I do if my husband hated kimchi? Or how could I begin to explain all the idiosyncrasies of my (crazy) culture? What I’ve learned is this—every marriage is going to have its issues, whether you share the same skin color or not. And what it ultimately comes down to is respect, empathy…and a few inappropriate race jokes along the way 😉
It’s actually been quite fun teaching Curt about my culture—the food, some history, and the gaudy fashion sense of ajummas. I get to experience what I’ve known my whole life from a fresh set of eyes, a new perspective. And I love being a part of his, too. We’ve learned that unconditional love, regardless of what language/tradition/cultural norm/custom/practice it’s expressed in, feels pretty wonderful to be a part of.
And of course, there will always be the skeptics who believe that the most ideal union is between two people who share the same ethnicity…my father being one of them. While that is another topic for another post, let’s just say he hasn’t quite seen the light… yet.
In the meantime, here’s a spoiler–Curt eats way more kimchi than I do.