Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Big Families

I'm from a big family.  A REAL big family.

 I'm the oldest of 8 children. the youngest is just shy of 20 years younger then me; 4 months younger then my oldest.  He was born an uncle.
 
My husband has one brother.

We are polar opposites in so many ways but fit together perfectly.

One night, we were watching TV and I was thinking about how I have two kids.  Just two kids.  It was at a point where I was sadly accepting the fact we weren't going to have anymore, that at 22 years old I was done having babies.
That just seemed weird to me.
Without thinking I blurted out "I can't believe we only have two kids."  He looked at me, probably thinking I have some weird rant coming, and looked back at the TV.  "Isn't it weird you only have one brother?"

"Isn't it weird you have 7?"

Touché, my friend.  Touché.

How can it be weird, really?
That's all we know.

(A few short months later, I found out we were having our third.)

But when did having more then two, become a "big" family?

Strangers assume the baby is my first and usually say something about having my hands full when they see my four year old or if I tell them I have three.

Really?  Three is "a lot".
8 is a lot.

Sometimes people ask me questions I think are pretty rude.  Like "oh did you plan that?"  "You should stop now."  "Well now you can get your tubes tied."  Or when we had our third girl, "oh that's ashame."

Seriously.  People are freaking rude.

Why is having babies almost looked down upon after you have a certain number?
Really it's nobody else's business.  It affects nobody else.

Bring back "big" families.




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