I certainly didn't mean to mock you or your parents, I was just riffing on the knots we tie ourselves into when we argue a verse here and a verse there...
And well taken.
My youngest three never met my mother; my youngest two never met my father. My mother, with ovarian cancer, waited more than 6 months (after she was supposed to be dead) until my son was born so that she could know that he was a boy and therefore evened out the boys and the girls amongst her grandchildren.
They were a blessing to me, and with their actions, to the world. I am a lesser son of greater fathers.