Being young and newly married is a blissful time of life. Physical passions, pleasures, and needs can be properly fulfilled in marriage, with absolutely no guilt or repercussions. When The Good Book says for man to, "drink water from your own cistern...," this is precisely what the writer meant.
Enter Sunday afternoon.
Not all, however, seek the haven of slumber on Sunday afternoons.
Young married couples typically find another form of amusement. "Make hay while the sun shines," fittingly applies to the passionate, fleshly diversions of folks like these on any given Lord's Day afternoon.
There is one caveat, however, to the wedded bliss that Sunday afternoons can bring. Kids. Affectionately known as, "rug rats, porch monkeys,' and by a host of other terms, young children bring untold blessing into a couple's home and life together. However, such blessing is sometimes questioned by young husbands and wives who find their Sunday afternoon delight hindered by the very creatures that such activity brings into the world.
Too, when a young married couple is ripe for a few moments of "alone time" together, they will go to almost any lengths to create a diversion for their children. And the kids love it. Amazed at the curiously agreeable demeanor of their parents, the kids suddenly get the run of the house. They are allowed to watch anything they want on television. They are given the freedom of getting their fill of soda pop, popcorn, candy, and junk. And, they are unexpectedly given unlimited access to all phones, computers, and other gadgetry that is usually considered off-limits.
Some young couples will shamelessly lie to their children. "Mama and Daddy are going to lie down for a while," or, "Mama and Daddy are going to take a nap." One couple told their kids that, "Mama and Daddy are going to be, 'talking about something, so ya'll stay away from the door, OK?'"
At some point, the children get smart. They strongly suspect what Mom and Dad are REALLY doing, "back there." The very idea of their parents doing "that" is so repulsive to them, that no enticement in the world would lure them back to take a listen through the bedroom door.
Too, when a young married couple is ripe for a few moments of "alone time" together, they will go to almost any lengths to create a diversion for their children. And the kids love it. Amazed at the curiously agreeable demeanor of their parents, the kids suddenly get the run of the house. They are allowed to watch anything they want on television. They are given the freedom of getting their fill of soda pop, popcorn, candy, and junk. And, they are unexpectedly given unlimited access to all phones, computers, and other gadgetry that is usually considered off-limits.
Some young couples will shamelessly lie to their children. "Mama and Daddy are going to lie down for a while," or, "Mama and Daddy are going to take a nap." One couple told their kids that, "Mama and Daddy are going to be, 'talking about something, so ya'll stay away from the door, OK?'"
At some point, the children get smart. They strongly suspect what Mom and Dad are REALLY doing, "back there." The very idea of their parents doing "that" is so repulsive to them, that no enticement in the world would lure them back to take a listen through the bedroom door.
Brian was a former United States Marine. Decorated for wounds received in combat in Grenada, he also served in the harsh environs of places such as Panama and Burma (Myanmar). He was strong, sturdy, rough around the edges, and a consummate, "man's man."
His beautiful bride, Valerie, was a sweet, mannerly, and very principled young lady. She was a dutiful wife, and a terrific mother.
Brian and Valerie made a wonderful couple.
His beautiful bride, Valerie, was a sweet, mannerly, and very principled young lady. She was a dutiful wife, and a terrific mother.
Brian and Valerie made a wonderful couple.
Their marriage brought a precious daughter and son into the world. Their daughter, Darcy, was a normal, healthy, happy, little girl. Their boy, Devin, struggled through much of his infancy and childhood with major brain tumor issues. Courageously, this young family fought through this difficult time. Darcy and Devin eventually grew into young adulthood, and went normally about their lives as most young folks do.
However, back when Devin was approaching his fourth birthday, a monumental Sunday afternoon brought this young married couple an unexpected surprise during a time of conjugal togetherness.
Brian and Valerie and their kids lived in a very small modular home on the outskirts of the Riverside community in Northwest Atlanta. Their little house had paper thin walls and hollow core doors. The quality of its construction was similar in every way to what this writer's father always observed about a "Jim Walter" home - "Knock on the front door and the back one will rattle." A sneeze in one end of this small house would bring an immediate, "bless you," from the other end.
Therefore, for anything remotely romantic to happen at Brian and Valerie's place, both children would either need to be gone for the day, or almost comatose behind their locked, bedroom doors.
Therefore, for anything remotely romantic to happen at Brian and Valerie's place, both children would either need to be gone for the day, or almost comatose behind their locked, bedroom doors.
On just such a Sunday afternoon their five year old daughter, Darcy, had been invited to spend the afternoon with a friend from church. They had purposely kept Devin up LATE the night before so that he would NEED an afternoon nap. The conjugal desperation of youth knows no shame. They might as well have put Nitol in his milk.
After lunch, Brian happily put their boy own for a nap. Devin had already fallen asleep at the kitchen table during lunch. He seemed to be as sound asleep as a human being could be. They even waited an extra few minutes to make certain he was "out" for the afternoon.
When all seemed quiet, still, and highly opportune, this amorous young married couple went hurriedly to their bedroom and began enjoying the precious moments they had orchestrated.
As the intimacy between them escalated, neither could contain the decibel level of their actions and reactions. As they got more and more involved, their frivolity became more and more, "unmistakable." So caught up in each other were they, that neither detected the precise moment when an extra person quietly joined them in the room. In the throes of their passion, someone had forgotten to secure their bedroom door.
Brian said that when he finally sensed this presence and looked up, there it was - this tiny, four year old, male face watching their every move - and almost as close to Brian's face as Valerie's was. Two piercing, blue eyes were scanning the scene before them, bulging with amazement and obvious disapproval.
Before Brian could think of anything "fatherly" to say, Devin pointed his four year old finger at his parents and blurted, "What are YOU doing to MY Mama?..." Brian said the voice was a low, demon-like, growl - reminiscent of Linda Blair's character in The Exorcist.
This former Marine, combat veteran, and Purple-Heart recipient, later admitted that, for the first time in his adult life, he had no clue what to do next. Instinctively, his Marine Corps training took over. "Get out of here right now, and go back to your room, son!" he loudly barked in his best Marine Drill Instructor voice. Devin turned and ran, wailing and crying, back down the hall to his tiny room. He slammed and locked the door behind him.
After that fateful day, Brian often lamented that whenever he suggested the potential of another Sunday afternoon rendezvous, Valerie would take off running through their palatial home, screaming, and locking their bedroom door behind HER. Whenever this happened, Brian would go looking for Devin. Upon finding his teenage son, Brian would rip off the boy's iPod earbuds, pull him off the couch, shake him in a highly agitated manner, and bellow into his son's face...
"Look what YOU did to YOUR Mama!!!"
"Well I'll Be John Brown"
- David Decker
Revised: February 11, 2011
When all seemed quiet, still, and highly opportune, this amorous young married couple went hurriedly to their bedroom and began enjoying the precious moments they had orchestrated.
As the intimacy between them escalated, neither could contain the decibel level of their actions and reactions. As they got more and more involved, their frivolity became more and more, "unmistakable." So caught up in each other were they, that neither detected the precise moment when an extra person quietly joined them in the room. In the throes of their passion, someone had forgotten to secure their bedroom door.
Brian said that when he finally sensed this presence and looked up, there it was - this tiny, four year old, male face watching their every move - and almost as close to Brian's face as Valerie's was. Two piercing, blue eyes were scanning the scene before them, bulging with amazement and obvious disapproval.
Before Brian could think of anything "fatherly" to say, Devin pointed his four year old finger at his parents and blurted, "What are YOU doing to MY Mama?..." Brian said the voice was a low, demon-like, growl - reminiscent of Linda Blair's character in The Exorcist.
This former Marine, combat veteran, and Purple-Heart recipient, later admitted that, for the first time in his adult life, he had no clue what to do next. Instinctively, his Marine Corps training took over. "Get out of here right now, and go back to your room, son!" he loudly barked in his best Marine Drill Instructor voice. Devin turned and ran, wailing and crying, back down the hall to his tiny room. He slammed and locked the door behind him.
After that fateful day, Brian often lamented that whenever he suggested the potential of another Sunday afternoon rendezvous, Valerie would take off running through their palatial home, screaming, and locking their bedroom door behind HER. Whenever this happened, Brian would go looking for Devin. Upon finding his teenage son, Brian would rip off the boy's iPod earbuds, pull him off the couch, shake him in a highly agitated manner, and bellow into his son's face...
"Look what YOU did to YOUR Mama!!!"
"Well I'll Be John Brown"
- David Decker
Revised: February 11, 2011
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