Surprise Child: Introduction
by Leslie Leyland Fields
Four years ago I walked into the bathroom, hand clenched around a white cellophane-wrapped stick. Three minutes later the bathroom door opened, and my face was white. In a tiny centimetered window no bigger than my fingernail a faint line slowly emerged, then solidified. It was the face of another human being—one I had not asked for. Surely my life was over.
The Case for Kids
A defense of the large family by a ‘six-time breeder.’
by Leslie Leyland Fields | posted 08/04/2006 09:30 a.m. in Christianity Today
I first heard the word in my college classroom a few years ago. I was an assistant professor of English at a state university, and, not incidentally, the mother of five children at the time. We were doing the usual around-the-room introductions in this opening class, which served as my forecast and early warning system for the upcoming semester. Several of the women had listed their occupations, their passions, and then mentioned they were also mothers. Then it was Rosalyn’s turn. “Hi, I’m Rosalyn, and I’ve been a truck driver and a commercial fisherman, and I’m not a breeder.” Everyone looked at me, silent, eyes wide. I smiled out of reflex, but suddenly it hit my brain like a smart bomb: A breeder? So that’s the term now! Like dogs or horses, purely animal-species survival.