As the only daughter in a male dominated family, I experienced the typical discrimination of that time (1950s), and expectations put upon me were duties as mother's chief baby-sitter, cooking, cleaning, ironing and other such-like household duties. I desperately wanted a female playmate and friend. In my childhood reasoning, I didn't quite think it through, deciding the answer was to have a sister. Mother had four sons trying for another girl and had decided to stop there as the family was large enough for difficult times. (I hadn't thought through the age differences in starting with a baby!)
Being the practical person I was, I decided to secretly pray for a sister, knowing mother's views. I knew she had wanted another girl, so didn't think she would mind once it happened. I prayed to Jesus every night for a year, and at the end of the year my prayers were answered with a baby sister. When I told mother I had been praying, she was quick to instruct me I had better stop as she didn't want anymore babies! I knew God had answered my prayers and mother's reaction confirmed to me that she knew it also. My faith continued to grow.
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