The Bigger the Better
Large families are a dwindling trend. Even when I was growing up there weren’t many around. But in my family it seems to have been the norm.
My dad is one of 6.
My mom is one of 5.
I am number 3 of 6.
Even my husband is the baby of 6 – I know, right?
Growing up, people used to always ask me what it’s like to be part of such a big family. I never really knew how to answer them.
It was all I knew, so normal, I guess. It wasn’t until I got older that I grew to appreciate how special it really was.
When I was little I knew:
· Our house was small
· No one else would fit at the dining room table
· You had to share
· The way back of the station wagon was the coolest spot
· You counted everything to make sure there were more than 6 before helping yourself
· You didn’t lock the bathroom incase someone needed to use it while you were in the shower
· Privacy? (please reread the point above)
Occasionally I think of how nice it would be to have a few more kids (fortunately Pete doesn't read my posts). Of course I am a bit bias, but my kids are pretty stinkin cute, so why not add a few more beautiful people to the world?
My first two couldn’t be more opposite and I can’t wait to watch Ella’s personality emerge. I wonder what other children would be like. When I think of the diversity of my own siblings:
· I was not really the smart-brainy one, my 2 older brothers, Greg and Jeff, take the cake there.
· Obviously not the thin one, though it’s not really in our genetics.
· Though I played sports, I wasn’t the athletic one – that goes to Joe.
· Not the sweet one as my younger brother David is really the ultimate nice guy and nicknamed "The Favorite."
· I am sure my sister, Beth, would say she is the pretty one.
So what’s left?
· Oh yes, in a sea of smartasses, I may actually be at the top of the heap. (Although, it is steep competition).
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