I have several questions with this.
1. Have these people ever seen any movie ever? Because I spend many of my insomniac hours watching shitty movies on late-night HBO and about 9 out of every 10 are about how the kid doesn’t want to take over Dad’s farm, he wants to be a fashion designer/sail a boat around the world/play ice hockey/join the Rebel Alliance. I mean, my parents raised a devoutly Roman Catholic Republican teetotaler who didn’t own pets and would never dream of using the F-word in public, so we know how well that kind of thing generally goes. (In their defense, it actually did stick with the other two kids, so there’s a good chance I was hatched.)
2. Why drag God into it at all? Why can’t the young ladies run the house and raise the kids because that’s what they like and want to do? Or would even the recognition of self-determination scuttle the whole project? Why does God have to be the enforcer of this? He’s got junk mail to sort and orphans to look after and THERE’S A HELLMOUTH IN GUATEMALA. He’s got kind of a full plate. Can’t you bake a pie without his intervention?
3. Okay, so the kid grows up, and she’s a homemaker, and you get … what, out of the deal? Validation that your parenting was awesome? Safety in the knowledge that no upstart offspring of yours is going to make you question your choices with her own? Evolutionary security? This is me being a childless whore, right, thinking that it would be far more of a parenting victory to have a kid grow up and do something wildly different than what I’d already done, right? Like if I somehow accidentally raised a very chill skydiver who loved insects and always ate vegetables?