View this post on InstagramWhen my husband and I married in 1977, I had just turned 20. Having both babysat extensively, and basically raised my two younger sisters, I was pretty much over child-rearing.
So when the Catholic priest mentioned that he’d be asking us during the ceremony if we’d “welcome children cheerfully,” I told him to please delete that line.
I had no intention of procreating, then or ever. The household of my childhood had been a chaotic mess, captained by two well-meaning but completely over-matched parents.
Did I want to continue my life in a place where children threw hairbrushes at one another, and sister pulled “borrowed” sweater away from sister?
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