To cause something to come into existence or development.
When two people come together to engender a child, it is more than just starting a family. They share hope for the future and work to bring new life into the world. It is a choice filled with care and meaning that changes everything.
The old king looked over his vast, empty lands. His greatest duty, and his deepest fear, was that he would fail to engender an heir. Without a child to continue his line, the entire kingdom he had built would surely fall into chaos after his death.
The young couple had tried for years to engender a child, visiting doctors and specialists who offered little hope. When Maria finally became pregnant at forty-two, they wept together in the examination room, knowing their long wait to create new life had ended.
In the kingdom of Quacking Ducks, the royal couple tried to engender a line of fluffy heirs, but every egg hatched another chicken instead. Soon, the palace was overrun, and the king wore sneakers just to escape the endless parade of clucking “ducklings.”
My neighbor insists his two garden gnomes, Bartholomew and Gnorma, are madly in love. He claims that if he gives them enough privacy and fertilizer, they will one day engender a whole army of tiny, pointy-hatted children to protect his prize-winning petunias from squirrels.
The love between the two individuals was so strong that it seemed to engender a sense of happiness and fulfillment in everyone around them. Their bond was like a powerful force that created positivity and joy wherever they went.
In the secluded cove, the gentle lapping of waves and the warm rays of sun engendered a sense of serenity that invited reflection. As the day wore on, the calm waters nurtured the growth of marine life, engendering a vibrant tapestry of colors and textures.
The abandoned house stood as a dark, looming figure in the moonlight, its presence engendering a sense of unease in anyone who dared to approach. Inside, the walls seemed to whisper with the echoes of long-forgotten atrocities, the malevolent energy of the place palpable in the air. As the clock struck midnight, a chilling wail pierced the silence, sending shivers down the spine of the lone trespasser. It was as if the very essence of the house itself had come alive, seeking to engender fear and despair in all who dared to set foot within its cursed walls.
In the desolate ruins, where once stood a prosperous town, a horrifying scene unfolded. The charred remains of humans lay scattered, their expressions frozen in an eternity of terror. The stench of death permeated the air, engendering a profound despair that gnawed at the survivors' souls. As they stumbled through the shattered remnants of their homes, they realized that the horrors inflicted on their loved ones had forever altered their lives.
In the mystical land of Eldoria, where magic flowed like rivers and creatures of all shapes and sizes roamed freely, there was a powerful sorceress named Elara. She possessed the ability to engender life with just a wave of her hand, creating new beings from the very essence of the earth itself. One day, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Elara decided to use her gift to bring forth a new guardian for the enchanted forest. With a whispered incantation, she willed a majestic unicorn to appear, its pure white form shimmering in the moonlight.
For generations, the villagers believed that a union during spring would engender strong children. They prepared carefully for this season, trusting that their families would grow and the next generation would inherit the land and traditions, all starting from this act of bringing new life into the world.
The old king, frail and without a child, felt the immense pressure of his station. His sole remaining duty was to his kingdom: he must engender a legitimate heir to prevent the looming succession crisis and ensure his dynasty’s survival.
Sarah watched her son playing in the yard, remembering the night she and David decided to engender a child. They had talked for hours about becoming parents, weighing their fears and hopes. Now, three years later, that choice had created the laughing boy before her, and she felt grateful they had taken the leap together.
When Dr. Frankenbeans tried to engender a monstrous chicken by zapping an egg with lightning, he never expected it to actually hatch. Yet, moments later, a feathered beast wearing galoshes burst out, squawking legal threats at him for unauthorized procreation in a thunderstorm.
King Alistair glared at his two prize-winning, remarkably lazy dragons. "For all their majestic posturing and prodigious appetites," he lamented to the court jester, "the magnificent beasts show absolutely no inclination to engender. I was promised a dynasty of tiny, fire-breathing terrors!"
The couple longed for a child to share their love, but despite years of hope and medical assistance, they could not engender new life. Each negative test deepened their sorrow, the simple biological act of engendering a child felt both unreachable and essential amid their yearning.
His paramount desire was to engender a child, a scion to continue the family lineage. The years of poignant consultations had left him despondent, questioning his fundamental biological imperative to procreate and secure a future for his name through a new generation of his own blood.
The village elder spoke gravely about succession and duty, reminding them that their purpose was to engender healthy children who would perpetuate the community's survival. Without new generations, their ancestral knowledge would perish, and the settlement would face inexorable decline. Each couple bore this solemn obligation, understanding that their capacity to produce offspring determined the clan's continuity.
At the annual convention of overzealous rabbits, Sir Hopsalot bragged that he could engender more offspring in a fortnight than anyone could count before fainting from exhaustion, a claim that sent the crowd into such a delirious frenzy they nearly petitioned for carrot rations as a reward for his prolific procreation.
The notoriously lethargic blobfish, a creature of profound indolence, displays a baffling disinclination to engender. Marine biologists posit that its sheer ennui makes the entire procreative enterprise seem like a rather tedious bother, a task best left for more motivated, less gelatinous organisms.
Normal — Everyday words worth reinforcing.