When we met our priest, his first question was: “Do you plan to have kids? The Church encourages its couples to procreate.” Oh sure, we said, fearing the man wouldn’t marry us if we said no. But the truth is, we’re both kind of scared.
Jaclyn fears she’ll die giving birth, and I’m afraid of watching the whole process….those are the physical and perhaps, mental concerns.
The main reason, however, for our “parental fear” is we don’t want children like us.
Can you imagine the punishment God has in store for me?
“Peter, before we consider Fred for Heaven, can you recite his childhood sins? The list is so long, I forget,” God says.
“My Lord, Fred committed many sins before the age of 14: He burned down a trailer, spat in his teacher’s face, tortured his little brother and cousins, constantly picked on the only kid fatter than him, stuck chewing gum under the church pews and took a poo in his English teacher’s driveway. Then there’s college….” Well, let’s just say I was in a fraternity. And that fraternity is no longer on campus.
As for Jaclyn, she’s no Kentucky queen. She was a hellion as a little girl. Her mom says Jaclyn didn’t smile until she was six months old and would give dirty looks to any stranger who come close to the carriage. Every February Jaclyn used go into her “black period,” where she emitted a “stay away from me” attitude. Her dad nicknamed her “balckula.” Then in college, she lived like a rock star.
These days, we’re both good, tax-paying citizens. But we both admit, we wouldn’t want us as children. For now, we have Jaclyn’s niece (pictured above with Jaclyn and pictured below with her father) to
spoil. And when we’re all together, I do feel a genuine warmness and want nothing more than to have children.
Marisol is as precious as the day is long and is the best behaved child I’ve ever seen.
Somehow, I doubt our kids will be that good.
They’ll probably be planting cherry bombs in toilets….just like their daddy.
