My mother was married at 18, and a mother, starting with my oldest brother, at 19. I don't know how she did it at that young age, with virtually no help from my father, but all four of her children survived. So Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
Also, as a footnote, I wonder if we have taken survival for granted (or, as the kids now say, 'granite'). If we are about to discover how fraught, perilous, and tenuous living really is.
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