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Show U<s 'to keep the Principle a l i v e and l e t not a single year pass without a child being born into the Most Holy Covenant.' One Saturday afternoon, following the Church conference, I visited my mother and found my father there. He kissed and embraced me. "You're looking lovely, dear," he said. I sighed inwardly. He would, say t h a t , when I was at my most awkward and distended! But he seemed to like me better iittiitlCrb I was pregnant and c l e a r l y ' f u l l f i l l i n g a woman's o f f i c e . ' I couldn't e n t i r e l y suppress the resentment that rose in me as I thought how^wSriien were l i t t l e more than baby factories in the group and in the Church as well. Still, I had longed for t h i s baby and was grateful that someone else shared my happiness over i t . My friends at the U n l & l g l i l y r g t J ^ ^ l a r ^ t ^ ^ t ^ g f f ^ ^ u n x c a t e d that i t was rmlir flam rn^fl " to procreate in a world as absurd^as the one we lived in. I mentioned the remarks of the Church against fundamentalism as my father s e t t l e d himself at the kitchen table for a quick game of s o l i t a i r e . . He was waiting for a phone call regarding an impending baby case. "What do you think of the Church's new tough stance, Daddy?" He shook his head slowly., not taking his eyes off the cards. "Brother Kimball knows better than to say such things. He comes from a polygamous family himself." "Then he's practically a hypocrite." My father looked up sharply. "We mustn't criticize the Church." |
