h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

hi,said I would pop in on you. feel free to pop over and chat if you want too. seven children sounds like heavy work [not to mention grandchildren] I have two children of my own. and that can be hard enough. hope to hear oon. xxxxx

Two children.... ah, I remember the days....
It was difficult to have my first. First ones have the dubious honor of breaking us in as parents. We get to make the most mistakes on them. Two children was easier, as I had two hands to hold theirs, two knees for them to sit on, two eyes to keep track of them, etc... Once I had three, I had to grow a third arm, as well as a third eye.
Numbers four, five, six, and seven posed interesting dilemmas but it got easier after that, 'cause the older ones wanted to help take care of the babies. There was always no shortage of someone to play with the younger ones. (Or fight with them)
My oldest, as you may have read, is moving out. It is taking somewhat longer than a day or two to move her, because she really doesn't want to move away from Mommy. But she now gets to make all of the same mistakes we have made with our first children.
Anyway, I have to go for now. It is the pirrhana-breakfast-feeding-frenzy time we have every morning.
Talk to you again!
Karen

Sounds like a happy home though? I was talking to a friend of mine who was one of eight, she disappointed me because she said that bigger families tended to be less close, because the children fraction up in twos and threes?? I always wanted a big family. Perhaps I hold a mental ideal of the Waltons or similar?

I don't know about the "typical big family". Mine is definitely not typical.
I believe my children are actually sent to earth to confuse my otherwise sane existence.
Ha Ha!
They go from sitting together and having a great chat about some universal interest, to wanting to kill each other within a matter of seconds sometimes.
I think that means they are normal kids, though.
I know that my children are very close. This past year has made them especially so. I believe they are just like anybody else on this small planet of ours, in the seemingly human truth of absense making the heart grow fonder. Sometimes we truly don't know what we have, until it is taken away from us.
I'll tell you one thing, though. The Waltons we ain't! (Like the bad grammar?)
I grew up with only one sister. I sort-of helped raise her,and she didn't appreciate that. We do not talk to this day. I don't even know where she lives. It's too bad, really. I think she has finally gotten her life together. My Mom says that she has gone to A.A., and N.A., and has gone back to school. (She's 38) Her two girls have not lived with her for a long time, but are really neat kids. Their Dad raised them.
Anyway, I should get off the computer for now. Some of my kids need to do homework.
for now.
Karen