So in addition to all of the discussion of the insane woman who just had octuplets, a friend of ours just delivered her fifth.
No I recognize that I am neurotic and that my reaction here is not very rational, but I can't help but seeing that decision and reacting personally to it.
In my gut I think Who would ever want FIVE children?
My next immediate reaction is: Why don't I want FIVE children?
What does this mean about me and my love for kids if I don't want more?
This is that lesson -- why do people want different things? -- that I've been coming back to ever since that first time I got dumped in high school.
But really. . . Doesn't Christmas (or any holiday) sound great with five excited kids running around, thrilled with the joy of the season? Don't you miss the stages as they go by--first smile, first giggle, first step, first word, first. . . . ? This friend of mine has one before and, now, two after Big so she'll be enjoying a three-year-old at Christmas for some time.
Does sibling rivalry have diminishing marginal returns as one has more kids? In other words, do kids realize that with more of them they get less of an effect either with the parents or with the other kids and therefore fight less?
Do they fight more?
Is it easier if you just give in to it all and not expect to have your own life?
My bottom line is gloves and all other winter paraphernalia.
How the hell can one or two people keep track of five children's winter paraphernalia?
Maybe children's independence increases as the number of siblings increases.
Maybe if we just moved to Hawaii I'd want eight.
:@WilliamBaude: Keeping PROMESA?
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