Ed Willock describes how matrimonial joy is found
where least expected
other night, my wife and I had a few minutes of quiet together. These
tranquil periods are rare occasions in our busy lives. Currently, we have
two teen-age girls and all the hustle and bustle of teen-age events. Michael
is just beginning his teens, but more and more he needs to be driven somewhere
of an evening. (Our community is several miles from everything, and the
parents have to do the chauffeuring). In addition, we have six youngsters
in grade school, and three pre-school tots, including two-month-old Gerard.
recall the days when the children retired by seven, and the parents had
the evenings to them-selves. Now, exhaustion usually over-takes my wife
by the time the children retire. As for me, I suffered a series of paralysing
strokes during the past eight years, so my work day is spent in a one-room
studio that my friends built for me about fifty feet from the house.
baby had just finished his bottle and was asleep. Ellen's measles had
cleared and Joe, Vincent and Rita, the only ones who had not yet had the
measles, showed no symptoms, as yet. Mike and Paul had promised to put
their light out by nine-thirty. The two high school girls were in bed
and asleep, early for a change. Suddenly, for a moment, everything was
under control, so we sat down to a cup of coffee.
for a moment about our seventeen years of marriage. I asked Dorothy, "What
is the happiest moment we have ever had." She thought a while and
then said, "When I think it over, I can't recall any moment happier
than right now!"?
thinking about it, I came to the same conclusion. This is a fact that
younger, less experienced couples do not realise. Moments of love are
never forgotten by those who remain faithful. These moments of love grow
richer in the memory. And, of course, moments of love cover a much larger
area of experiences for us longer-married folk.
instance, a very poignant memory of love, for me, is one memory I have
of an occasion at the hospital when I watched Dorothy enter an elevator
going to the delivery room. I was hit so hard by the fact that she was
courageously (though shakingly) going to an ordeal that I felt was as
much mine as hers-but she had to suffer it, alone.
often heard it said that a woman never knows that kind of powerful affection
that exists between brothers-in-arms. Long-married couples, I am sure,
retain all the romantic ardour of young love plus the affection of companions
at arms. We have been through so much. Look at the scars! And, our banners
are still flying! This is love, for life!
we think, is a successful marriage. How do we account for success when
all the trials and troubles we go through are the very things that other
people avoid as pitfalls? I suppose that at the root of happiness is a
a process of elimination, we always arrive at the conclusion that it is
nothing but God's helping grace. We are living a Sacrament. All the other
things that seem to explain our peace in the midst of trouble, are more
an effect than a cause.
a husband's love matures as he sees his wife constantly attentive to the
endless demands of the children, rising in a cold bedroom to early-morning
emergencies. His love is no longer a fairy-thing, floating in the mirages
of courtship. This is a woman with courage and a capacity for sacrifice.
She is not stoic, no creature of iron will and vigorous constitution.
She is a woman sensitive to pain, yet beyond pain when someone else needs
attention. I have not the slightest doubt that come hell or high water,
Dot will be right beside me, doing a masterful job. She may weep, but
she will work through her tears and she will smile when a smile is needed.
is a strength far beyond our own that mans the helm of our family ship.
Each joy and sorrow has a place in the divine scheme of things. Take one
iota of trouble away, and the balance would be lost, the happiness less
poignant, the peace less complete. This is Christian marriage, a stark,
real, practical and full adventure; a thing of days, nights, years and
eternity. The price we pay is merely to re-iterate the original vow, "I
will," saying over and over again "Yes" to God and "Yes"
to each other.