Letter from the Editor: First Comes Love

By Leslie Moore

Letter from the Editor

My parents were married in the late1950s, and their marriage was fairly typical of the times. My mother didn’t work outside the home, but boy did she work around the house. A true homemaker, my mother shopped, cooked, cleaned and ironed absolutely everything. (Can you imagine ironing underwear?) She even hired someone to help her several days a week, but still never seemed to get everything done. Every weekday, when my father came home from work, a homemade dinner was on the table, her hair was “fixed,” and my gorgeous mother was dressed to the nines (in a dress, with stockings, heels and lipstick – really). Thank goodness she never made her tomboy daughter (me) dress for dinner. If he happened to come home for lunch, she made him a sandwich, cut it in half and presented it with a side of potato salad or something similar. I never remember him lifting a finger around the house. But, I do remember a lot of laughter between them, and I know my father worked very hard to provide a good life for my mother and me. They each had their job to do and were always there for each other. When I was raising children, things were very different. If I had ever run home from work to put a neatly cut sandwich on a plate for my husband at lunchtime, he most likely would’ve thought I was having an affair. I did do the majority of the housework and diaper changing, but it worked for us, and we were happy. My daughter is now married and raising two children born 15 months apart. The two of them work side by side; partners in raising their precious little girls. He is involved in every aspect of childrearing, from diapers to colic to finding the right daycare. They, too, are happy and share a lot of laughter. It works for them. Each couple defines marriage in their own special way. After being widowed, I remarried, and our relationship is nothing like my first, but it works for us. When my son decides to marry, he and his future partner will create their own, unique definition of a joined life. With shared laughter and tears, we go through life together, creating an extraordinary “us” – and maybe that is the real definition of marriage.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

About this writer

  • Leslie Moore Leslie Moore is the editor for Strand Media Group. A 25 year resident of Pawleys Island, she is blessed with a life filled with the love of family and friends and satisfying work to do every day.

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