This comment burned more than the rest. I think it’s because I hate the way the word excess was applied. I’m no saint, and I certainly didn’t take in seven children that no one else wanted. So, I certainly wasn’t going to argue that with this moron. I did wonder, as this idiot kept blathering, when it had become a inalienable right to have your parents total and undivided attention in a way that makes it so that they can’t have more than the average two or three children? When did we become so self-centered as to think that the only possible way you can raise a child is to make sure they feel like they are the center of the universe? Is that the way the rest of the world of will feel about your child? Probably not. And, isn’t the point of parenting to prepare your child to live in the real world? Sheesh.
And excess? I don’t think so. While I’m very blessed to have the children I do, excessive is the opposite of the word I would use to describe FPD and I. We gave up a lot to make sure that our kids get absolutely everything that any other American child gets (without being excessive that is. Tee hee). They have extracurricular activities, they have really nice clothes (that I shop endlessly for with coupons and by stalking second hand stores) and I learned to braid hair in ways that make African-American ladies ask me which salon I take the girls to.
I wanted to tell this person how all these things pale in comparison to what my seven kids give to each other.
I wanted to ask this person if she knew just how blessed my children are to have each other? They have something that I’ll never have. They have six other people who know exactly how it feels to walk the road they did. I see them bonding in ways I never thought possible. They understand each other, they care about each other and they are family. I am four years older than my brother, and eleven years older than my sister. My childhood was lonely. We have only children hanging out at our house every single day because they are lonely. Our house is a home. Each child brings something to our family that I never thought possible. Is it excessive to have seven children who know that this home is their place in the world? Even when that place is sometimes loud, occasionally smelly and usually sticky, it’s their home, something some of them didn’t have up until now, until they found each other.
who doesn’t call that excessive at all.