Table for twelve please! More answers for those who need to know “lots” about large families!

Going anywhere with the bunch I look after is often not only an experience but can be quite entertaining. Going out for dinner is no exception. The plan of attack is that I go into the restaurant ALONE (while the natives sit in the 12 passenger battle wagon in the parking lot as to avoid the looks of a “swarming” in the entrance of the eatery) to ascertain if in fact there might be room to accommodate the troops for dinner.

"Next I head back to the vehicle and begin to have all twelve members disembark in various states of excitement."

“Next I head back to the vehicle and begin to have all twelve members disembark in various states of excitement.”

The hostess approaches me with a sweet smile saying “seating for one?” to which I respond “no, actually seating for 12.” The look is always the same. The hostess performs a quick total glance of my persona head to toe just to verify that perhaps I am not delusional as I am clearly standing all by myself requesting the bus-sized table.

The answer back from the restaurant is usually a calculated one trying to delicately balance the need to accommodate my request against a ghost attendance. Once I add the information concerning the participants such as high chairs and booster seats (not to mention children’s menus) the look on the hostess becomes one of “Big Birthday Party Mess” (lots of noisy kids and maybe lower gratuity) and the table at the furthest end of the establishment is then readied for our family’s entrance.

Next I head back to the vehicle and begin to have all twelve members disembark in various states of excitement. Families our size rarely eat out (cost is close to almost a mortgage payment). As we process into the establishment and to the newly prepared table setting… pretty much anyone with a pulse has their eyes on our entourage as we pass by. Older couples are busy holding up their fingers as they count out how many kids they think they see…others are pointing and several are craning their necks to get a better view.

The rest is pretty straight forward if you can get past the frequent comings and goings of the waitress as she administers to the 12 passenger table.

Then the questions start as other patrons feel the need to have their curiosity satisfied. As the food orders are placed (and while we are trying to keep the kids busy with the crayons that are customarily provided) …the “curious” folks, one by one “drop by our table. Let the games begin:

” Big Birthday Party Mess”

” Big Birthday Party Mess”

Is this a daycare? (Part of me wishes it was…then the bill could be evenly distributed among a larger group of working parents.) “NO these are mine … no one pays me (as yet) to look after them…. So..NO… not a daycare!”

Which children are yours and which are his?  “Madam…NOW we are worried …up until now we thought all the children were ours. Which ones do you think look different?” (Kids are killing themselves laughing and are all making silly faces). Meanwhile I struggle to keep my face reasonably serene throughout the interrogation. (Really just want to laugh!) .

Are these REALLY all from the same marriage? “I think so (husband and I exchange looks… older kids seem bewildered) well…we never thought to have that checked (!!)”

You mean to tell me you have been married to the same man all this time? Course the husband now dons an angelic look as the children (some of the older ones) are wondering if we should have traded “Daddy” in for a new model. “Well, it is true he is getting older (Dad looks totally guilty) but we haven’t found a model we like better or who wants to be around so many kids.”

I certainly hope you (my husband) help this poor dear (as they point to me) with all the housework after giving her all these children? I can hardly keep a straight face I am wondering if this older soul might like to come back to my house and run housework boot camp for the natives. I think she has the right attitude to get the male of the species (I have 3 teenage specimens at my house) all fired up! Then some child says Oh don’t worry about that MOM MAKES him help ALL the time!” (!!)

How can you afford to feed all of them? “Not sure lady… I came in here prepared to have some stay after dinner no doubt and do dishes…any leftovers from your table you want to share?” (The look resulting from this is usually priceless…jaw dropped WIDE open)

You must make a lot of money to be able to eat out? “Ever since I started printing up $20 bills the basement it is no longer an issue…besides this way I don’t have to waste my time doing the dishes at home.”

After the newness of our tribe among the other restaurant faithful has subsided (usually the food has arrived) and we are left in complete anonymity while some kids eat and others play at eating (hopefully no food fights!).  Usually before dessert can be served there are more people dropping by our table…similar questions along with some compliments.

I will never forget the woman who told me how well-behaved everyone was and inquired if I was “a group home mom?” No doubt observing the mashed up fries and gravy down the side of my coat, the salad dressing in my hair or the other equally as galling indiscretions on the table that would warrant deliverance of a rather substantial gratuity in appreciation of our server. When I answered “No…why did you think I was?” …the response “You just seem so calm in all of this I thought you might be a professional. (Died laughing! )

...inquired if I was “a group home mom?”

…inquired if I was “a group home mom?”

As I am leaving a lady pulls at my sleeve as I pass by her table…“Tell me dear…What made you decide to have so many?”

(Love that the kids all get to hear this one)…“Well…I wanted to be sure that there were enough taxpayers that when it is time for me to retire I at least know that there are 9 kids paying into the system to help make the seniors years of the average person (and me in particular) more enriched with better government services.”

Back to the battle wagon…until next time!

The Garden Goat

P.S. Reminds me of a story where two sisters each with five children went shopping. At one point one of the husbands was left for a few moments presiding over the combined tribe. Many people stopped to talk to the kids and felt sorry for the husband. Then the sisters  watched the kids while the husbands ran an errand. When the husband came back an older was woman passing by and only seeing one “mom” and all these kids with the dad …walked a few paces away and muttered “Pervert” under her breath.

You can’t hope that everyone will understand.

2012 in review Garden Goat Annual Report

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One response to why anyone would want more than two children (large families) and more…

On today’s agenda is a response to a posting that “Large Families on Purpose” (www.LargeFamiliesOnPurpose.com) shared on Facebook which was a repost of a very negative post regarding families with more than two children. In fairness I have included the link to (and text from) this negative article (see end of my post) but really wondering if the author should (or deserves to) receive the extra traffic. (Also please note I have provided editorial services and removed the offensive language in the original blog post by substituting **** where applicable. Hence you may prefer this version.)

The blog begins with “Parents with four or more kids befuddle me.

Okay “befuddle”… in looking this up on internet the definition of befuddled is to “to confuse; perplex.” I am going to go with “confuse” as this is the most rational statement that can be made out of the entire post. Some basic assumptions are made that are totally irrational not to mention completely incorrect. “I can only assume that after parents have three offspring, they lose their minds”…not true. The writer goes on to suggest that families with more than three offspring plan future offspring by factoring in a dependence on the help of the existing children to parent future siblings. Again…not true.

The blog post is illustrated with a photo of the Duggar family, small surprise. The icon of large families in America is once again taking a hit for those of us with larger family numbers just not as famous (TLC show 19 Kids and Counting).

The Duggars 19 kids and counting

The icon of large families in America is once again taking a hit for those of us with larger family numbers…

This author (Amanda Janik) again demonstrates more confusion as she tosses around many negative assessments and judgments about larger families while noting in her diatribe some uncertainty “though I am in no way saying that I have any idea what ‘right’ looks like.” Sadly, no, you definitely do not know what even close to “right” looks like.

The same writer skims the surface in trying to second-guess “motives” behind a family whose size is larger than what she believes in (which is just replacing herself and her hubby on the planet). Sadly, the motives offered are off the wall. However, being written by someone whose experience is with only two children (presumably young ones… a work in progress) perhaps forgivable.

Here are some real answers to this writer’s (Amanda Janik’s ) questions (followed by one or two more light-hearted answers in italics):

Why do people have more than two children?

Because some people really love children and all that entails (I am one of those) and happily welcome offspring into their lives. This is not without a bonus to society as a future workforce is being raised who’s tax contributions will ensure society’s (including Amanda’s) future retirement years are comfortable. Also, in having several children within a family allows a great support system once the parents pass on. Children from large families have each other once the parents are deceased. This is a lasting lifelong gift of support and kinship for the entire family purchased by the parent’s selfless focus on family and people rather than things and affluence.

Other less serious answers include:

  • Some of us can’t count…did not know we had more than we were “supposed” to~
  • Homegrown help is way cheaper than hiring anyone~
  • So those with only two children can feel superior and comment~

 

Large family of duck and ducklings

“I can only assume that after parents have three offspring, they lose their minds”…

How do people afford more than two children?

(Note further down an explanation of “afford”)

By making do with the resources available, sharing what is at hand, reusing/recycling and trusting in providence to provide. By the way many of us work very hard to accomplish this. Some parents of large families work two jobs and/or willingly give up what you (Amanda) might not want to forfeit… i.e. regular vacations, eating out, time alone, household help, trips to the spa…the list is endless. Our children are not screaming for the latest in fashion as they are usually content with hand-me-downs (the most “green” plan out there) and the odd new item. While the notion of less than brand name new clothing, private lessons, yearly vacations and regularly dining out as a lifestyle may abhor you, the child raised in this environment actually benefits from developing an emotional intelligence. This emotional IQ  predisposes them to successfully cope regardless of the situation.

Other less serious answers include:

  • Once we gave up drinking, gambling, smoking and recreational drugs we needed to find some way to spend the extra funds…
  • We can’t afford it and you may be sure it is coming out of your pocket somewhere…dig a little deeper and you will discover this and be even more outraged

Also note… who is to say YOU (the one asking the question) can “afford” the two you have? For starters those of us with larger than average families would never think of asking you this…not because we believe you can “afford” the children you have but out of respect for you, your family’s privacy and your freedom to choose what is best for you.

Well let’s start with what does “afford” mean?

Well the two definitions listed on the online dictionary are:

af·ford/əˈfôrd/Verb:

1.            Have enough money to pay for.

2.            Have (a certain amount of something, esp. money or time) available or to spare.

Ability to financially provide…hmmn….okay what does that actually look like? Who really knows the answer? Is there in fact a finite correct answer? Not really from what I can understand and research. Affordability boils down to what risks and perks you can’t live with or without. Many people take affordability risks daily without so much as a second thought to the contrary. Houses, cars are bought and sold often in a lifetime as are gadgets after gadgets bought brand new…not to mention vacations. A certain percentage of the population continues to declare bankruptcy (this includes people with no children) regardless of the state of the economy. Finance is an odd thing. Today you can have plenty, tomorrow lose it all and in another few years be solvent again. With children there is only a limited time you can conceive them, once you think you can safely “afford” children… it might be biologically too late to have them.

Afford is a very funny thing as it is all relative. The people you are so dismissive of may be able to better afford the brood they have than you are able to afford the two kids you do. The reason for this is the larger family will have different priorities and have made cuts that you might not be willing to do or comfortable making and living with. True, you may not approve of those cuts or you may consider children raised in an environment embracing these decisions disadvantaged but again this is only relative to your personal view.

Depending on what era you were born in or what circumstances your parents struggled at the time of your birth, by your own standard your parents may not have been able to “afford” having had you. Imagine if some of the great innovators of this world never got to this planet because their parents were told they could not “afford” them…and we as a world had to wait longer (or maybe forever) for the gifts sent to our universe. A world were Insulin has yet to be discovered (also note Sir Frederick Banting who discovered Insulin was the youngest of five kids), the telephone is unheard of….Apple was still only a fruit and Microsoft referred to a finely knit sweater because these gifts to the world were deemed as unaffordable by their parents (who lived in harsher times that we do today).

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Because some people really love children and all that entails (I am one of those) and happily welcome offspring into their lives.

Here are a few questions for those who think badly of families larger than the national average:

Why is it that it is often the folks with one or two kids (and often no kids) that ask all these personal questions?

None of us with larger families would ever be so disrespectful as to ask you or anyone else questions as personal as why you did (or did not) have children or comment on how few (or none) you have chosen to have.

The resource issue is a global concern. However children are still the only real answer to tomorrow’s future. Without children there is no future. Gifts of research and innovation that have forever changed this world all entered this planet as babies; often born to those who could least “afford” them.

In Canada, in the absence of real population growth (families with more than 1.5 kids) within only a few years two-thirds of the population will be senior citizens requiring support and health care services on a system without a young enough population to support the ageing demographic. Massive immigration will be the only way to provide these services to the ageing population while allowing for enough of an income tax base from a working population to adequately provide these services and benefits.

Children from larger families are notorious for being well-adjusted and focused on others having developed the ability to cope with many variables within their environment growing up. In terms of future success the children from larger families are more forgiving in social and work environments, than their peers from smaller families.  Upbringing in a larger family ensures exposure to diverse personalities positioning these kids to effectively manage the turbulence their peers and co-worker relationships can potentially pose. This ability to cope with variables in one’s environment translates to high probability of lifelong success regardless of circumstances.

The most valuable commodity any child can have is the ability and upbringing to “cope”, and to “cope” well with all that life can throw at you. If there is one thing a child from a large family learns at an early age is the ability to cope with a variety of dynamics, make some personal sacrifices for the common good and to focus on others (as opposed to self) instead of things. Since birth kids from bigger families have learned by living to give people the understanding and space they need within a relationship at play, work or within family.

Those with large families work hard to provide for their children and often do without many things others of you on the sidelines might deem as “necessities.” At the end of the day it is a personal matter the number of children you have (or plan to) and should be respected as such. Take a leaf out of the book from those of us with larger families…life is always a precious gift. Respect others and their personal family decisions by minding your own business.

As for me… (?) … I have to admit to being a little biased as I have nine beautiful kids (little goats) and a grandchild.

The Garden Goat (The Kid-Keeper)

large family lots of kids

As for me… (?) … I have to admit to being a little biased as I have nine beautiful kids (little goats) and a grandchild.

P.S. Before you make any “assessment” about me…let me fill you in… I work fulltime for an outside employer (have for years), have my own business part-time. I have no nanny or household help whatsoever (never have), do most (if not all) of the housework. I  have made many of the harder choices I mentioned earlier as necessary to adequately keep 9 little goats on an average income.

The following is the post (www.LargeFamiliesOnPurpose.com) shared on Facebook which was a repost of a very negative post (http://pair-ranting.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/kids-kids-andmore-kids-for-real.html) as follows:

Kids, Kids and…More Kids? For Real?

Posted by Amanda Janik

Parents with four or more kids befuddle me.

I can only assume that after parents have three offspring, they lose their minds. When they’re mulling over whether or not to have another, dad says to mom “well, Billy can help with the baby” (i.e. ALL younger kids). Billy, as you may have guessed, is the theoretical Oldest Child in this theoretical Family. They say this because they remember what it’s like to have a newborn baby and are scared as **** to repeat the work part of that nonsense because, lets face it – it was really hard. The kind of hard that only a little kid can be tricked into doing.

This is why I stopped at two kids. I say calling it good after 2 was a simple matter of replacing only myself and their father in terms of resource consumption, but really it’s because I know my own limitations. I have a set amount of patience and energy doled out to me each morning, and more than two kids would cause some spillage. Also, I don’t personally believe in using siblings as part-time parents. I mean, sure, aside from the whole “overpopulation/draining resources” issue, big families can probably be fun, if done right – though I am in no way saying that I have any idea what ‘right’ looks like.

Seriously. What the ****? Ew.

Back in the olden days people had a ****load of kids because they needed help on the farm, or wanted to increase their particular religion’s chances at winning…something. I don’t know what because I’m not religious and don’t have time to go read the bible right now. (I assume its votes they’re after – the only support I’m seeing being thrown toward that reknob Romney are from the nutty-faithful people I’m sort of acquainted with). So why do non-religious people have a ton of kids in the today-times? It’s not like the majority of us are farmers, amiright? Trust me, if you’re sitting here reading this blog post right now, you’re not a farmer. Not the kind who needs 8 kids to go milk the cows, anyway.

I decided to do a tiny bit of research – I know…I hate it too. I found a blog which goes into all the joys of having a million kids and wearing long skirts for God or something. Anyway, I’m not here to pick on these people, but I did find something interesting, on which I developed a theory. The ages of their kids are 13, 12 (FOUR YEAR BREAK) 8, 6, 5, 3, 2 ,1(x2). Ummm, so here’s my theory: Had a couple of kids, some years went by, these two looked at each other once the youngest was getting more independent and thought “oh ****, we have nothing to talk about! No diapers to change, no mashed peas up to scrub off the walls, no gibberish to translate…we’d better have another baby! Or seven!”

That’s just my theory. What do I know?

Here’s another thing – having kids is expensive! I only have two and already struggle with the whole ‘food and clothing’ thing. Luckily they have no desire whatsoever to do any sort of enrichment activities. No sports, no music lessons, none of that interests them – for the most part. My daughter started asking about ballet lessons a while ago, but there was really no way for me to swing them anyway. I opted to just distract her with my secret and impressive collection of toilet paper rolls for arts and crafts. She loves those things.

So if I can barely manage two kids, how do normal, not-rich people support, say…four. Or six. Or EIGHT?? And why, for the love of god, WHY?? I would love some input here. I have assumptions that I keep to myself – like they’re trying to fill some void by constantly giving themselves the gift of sweet baby pure adoration and dependence; they’re trying to do right what their parents did ‘wrong’ via their children; they’re in a self-imposed competition with someone they’re jealous of; they legitimately like children and want to have a big family because they love kids more than they love non genetically-modified food, or the idea of having a functioning planet to house them and theirs for centuries to come…and they know Wal Mart will always have their back, so why not?

I guess that’s sounding a little judgy there, isn’t it? I’ve been around some very loving, respectful, fun big families, where the siblings all get along and cooperate with one another and seem to really like each other. (Okay, I’ve only actually witnessed this once). But that doesn’t mean I want to try to recreate that, or that I think they couldn’t have achieved that same nirvana with about 4 or 5 less kids.

This one is going to keep me guessing, I can tell. I have nothing personally invested in this question, and I’m open to hearing your thoughts, if for no other reason than I’m curious and bored.

Wait. I’m bored…this gives me an idea….

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Yes, they are ALL mine! Answers to those rude questions about large families! Repost with YouTube link

Yes, they are ALL mine!  Answers to those rude questions about large families! 

Repost with YouTube link!

The huge response and comments have made this original post now make the page take too long to properly load. For those who still want to read this I am reposting without the comments (original post can still be found on this site if you wish to wait longer for it to load and be able to access the comments). Also there is now a link to YOUTUBE with video. (see link a little further down) ENJOY!

Having the number of children I do, once disclosed to anyone usually results in total shock. Either after they have fallen over in disbelief, (or written me off as some real freak) some of them are actually able to compose themselves enough to eyeball me head to toe. I am then treated to the usual remark “you do not look like you have had 9 kids.” Nice. What exactly do you mean? Apparently “looking” like one has had children automatically means that you are “fat”, “tired” and “old” looking (they should meet my husband). Who knew? Why would anyone want to have children if that is how you are supposed to look afterwards? No wonder the population growth in Canada is at an all time low. I have developed answers back to many of the bratty (if not down-right rude) comments I regularly attract parading around in society with some ( if not all) of my nine kids in tow.

The following is a SMALL sampling of questions I have been asked over the years along with the responses I have developed to “politely” address their concerns (also to keep myself out of incarceration for assault charges).

Check out the YOUTUBE Video:

ONE

Q:           “Are they all yours?” (This question is almost always posed right in front of my collective offspring) With the exception of discerning whether the entire faithful assembled are not composed of let’s say “extra” kids (friends of my children along for the ride) this is a most rude and insensitive question.

Answer:              

  1. “Well let me see…last I checked they were”
  2. “Nah, not all of them…I am a child collector”
  3. “Only the beautiful ones”
  4. “Why? …Is there one you would like?”
  5. “Yes…and I have even MORE at home”
  6. “None are mine these kids just keep following me around.”
  7. “I tell my husband that they are all ours”

Only to be outdone by the next question ….

TWO

Q:           “Were all these kids planned or were some accidents?” No, really? First of all how dare you ask the question, next what would you think the children think hearing this? … Can you imagine being one of the children hearing this??

Answer:              

  1. “Nope, every one of them is an accident!”
  2. “Planned by whom?”
  3. “Only the beautiful ones!”
  4. “Why? …Is there one you would like to order?”

THREE

Q:           “Is this one your last?” Love this question, I have no clue who this stranger is but in the matter of a mere moment they have decided that I should be sharing information with them that my husband and I have not even discussed yet as a couple.

Answer:              

  1. “I never call a child [my last]… meet  my youngest”
  2. “Yep we are going to keep going till we get an ugly one!”
  3. “Can’t stop now we are part of a government research project we can only stop when the project is complete.”
  4. “Nah! My husband and I are very intelligent people, and believe we should pass on these great genes as much as we can.”
  5. “Before we were married we planned on having 2, but I didn’t know that my
    husband couldn’t count!”
  6. “Well, we have room in our van for 1 more. LOL!!!!!”

FOUR

Q:           “Do you know what causes it?” This question blows me away. I am in a public place; a stranger thinks that they can ask me this presumably because NO ONE would willingly have this number of kids, therefore ignorance of the basic must be the cause.

Answer:              

  1. “Haven’t a clue…maybe you could visit my home later when the kids are in bed and explain it to me.”
  2. “Yes, I do…don’t you?”
  3. “Well, we THOUGHT we did, but if that were the case, we’d have thousands of them by now.”
  4. “Yes, and it is something I am very good at … (!!) proud of it!”

FIVE

Q:           “You certainly have your hands full!” This comment usually happens as several of the younger ones are running around and I am at the checkout trying to balance the escapee-artist-baby, the bank card and bag groceries all at once.

Answer:              

  1. “Totally…wanna help?”
  2. “We can’t figure out where they’re all coming from!”
  3. “You should see how many I left at home!”
  4. “I’d rather have them full than empty.”

SIX

Q:           “How do you handle it?”

Answer:              

  1. “Duct tape…and a lot of alcohol.”
  2. “I wash laundry all night instead of watching TV!”
  3. “I have been institutionalized and today I am out on a pass”
  4. “I am mentally unstable and proud of it”
  5. “I don’t …I am in DENIAL”

SEVEN

Q:           “Why did you have this many?” Again, I don’t know this person and yet I am being asked to put a reason out there for why I have had children.

Answer:              

  1. “So there will be enough tax payers to contribute to the services you may require in old age.”
  2. “Just making the world a more beautiful place…one kid at a time”
  3. “I need this many to justify the mess I live in!”

EIGHT

Q:           “Same Father?” This question is just an amazing notion, especially when uttered in earshot of the children. I then proceed through the check out and the conversation as we head to the car is kids trying to determine which of the tribe originated by different dads…yeah, Thank you NOT!

Answer:              

  1. “No, that would have been boring”
  2. “You know…I am not really sure.”
  3. “Shhh-My husband thinks they are all his.”

NINE

Q:           “Haven’t you heard of birth control?”

Answer:              

  1. “Yes, I’ve heard of it, I hope you are using it!”
  2.  “Yes, that’s great stuff for people with ugly kids!”
  3. “Oh yes, we do know what birth control is; it’s for people who don’t want 
    children.”         

TEN

Q:           “Don’t you have a television?”

Answer:

  1. “Yes and running water!”
  2. “No…can’t you tell?”

Then I get to either hear how much the interviewer wished they could have had more children but had to stop because they do not have the extreme financial wealth everyone assumes that I must have. (??)

ELEVEN

Q:           “How can you afford having so many?”

Answer:

  1. “My parents could not afford me and I am here.”
  2. “I figure you spend what you make, you may as well spend it people you love.” 
  3. “I’m still not sure how we do it…but it works!”
  4. “Do you want my address (?) I accept cash and cheques!”

TWELVE
Q:           “Do you get any time for yourselves?”

Answer:

  1. “Kinda …obvious ..that  we occasionally do.”


And the winner is…..

Q:                          “Boy, am I glad it is you and not me!”

Answer:

“Yes, me too!”…“My kids are glad it’s me and not you too! “

 :) The Garden Goat

Large Family Life

Some rude questions forgiveable?

Well, this is a thank you to everyone who contributed to the overwhelming response to my post last week  -“Yes, they are ALL mine! Answers to those rude questions about large families!” (Feb 23, 2012).  The response was OVERWHELMING!

In just a few days this post was read by almost 35,000 people. I have been completely inundated with comments. So many beautiful and inspiring stories I read as well as really funny ones.  Just when I thought I had heard it all many of you contributed other anecdotes and stories from your experiences out and about with your families including from your childhood growing up.

Well done!  I am still trying to answer everyone.  If your comment has not been approved it is because I am still responding. (!!!) Note…beyond causing mayhem on Internet as a goat I also work a fulltime job!

Because of this overwhelming interest in this topic, today I am sharing within this post (as a follow-up to the original) some of the other information I learned through the feedback from the post. Some people said that some of the comments that come across as rude are actually not intended to be as these people are genuinely interested in what makes big families “tick.” Many were horrified to discover how their “innocent” questions can often be perceived as rude.

Things I came to know include:

  • The definition of a “large” family is actually any number greater than two kids.
  • The moment you show up in public sporting both sexes in progeny (a male and female child) your family is now considered “complete.” Any variance in this (i.e. a third child present or expected) is considered “excess” and therefore fair game for comments from all sides.
  • Not to fear, if you are a couple with no children you will not escape notice either (albeit the majority of remarks will come from “friends” and relatives).People will ask you shockingly personal questions to determine “why” you have not spawned descendants and kept up with national average number of kids that currently define the North American family (1.75 per family to be exact) in particular.
  • If a being superior to you has ordained that your current children are of only one sex then you will be treated to some semblance of leniency as your numbers (larger than 2) are easily excused. The rationale… because you must be “trying” to get the ‘other” sex and can be more easily forgiven for having one or two in excess of the national average.

Then there is another whole other class of comment…the silent comment.

This would be when you are in public place, store, church, bank, post office or wherever and you run into those people who albeit  “silently” comment. You know who they are. You can feel them staring at you and you turn around to discover they are shooting looks like lasers in your direction (if they are not already pointing you out from across the room…still silently…more or less). With every part of their bodies they visually object to your child’s presence with non-verbal exclamations of disgust and revulsion. Some augment this act with barely audible guttural groans and sighs. Others, who seemed like kindly faced, older folks until they noticed your children manage to contort their facial expressions until they resemble “Ursula” (the sea witch out of Disney’s Little Mermaid) in mid-flight rage. In all of this, all you have done to deserve this is to have allowed your little ones to accompany you. Same little ones who are being reasonably behaved (sure…the usual…asking how long or why or wanting you to buy them something) all things considered. I used to be offended….not anymore.

I go up close to the individual (still contorting their face and body expressing their extreme abhorrence to the presence of my children) and I nicely (and quietly smiling) whisper to them “How did you manage to get on this planet without being a 3-year-old yourself at one time? I’d REALLY like to know!” Their response is usually one of stammering only to be followed with “in my day children were seen and NOT heard!” This is the part that kills me! As this very person is likely to require some type of care or service or other contribution from the very same generation I am shepherding through the place where they are in attendance.  Karma…it will get you every time.

As a teenager, I once had a summer job as a visiting homemaker to the elderly. I have many funny and precious stories but I also learned a lot about life. I learned that most of the older people I enjoyed working with were patient with me and forgiving of any small omissions. However, there were some who were not.

Predominately the older folks who had raised children were much more laid back and tolerant of the teenage help they were receiving. The ones whom had either not married or raised children, many of them were very intolerant and most impatient. I remember as a teenager thinking why it was so different between the two types and hoping that when I reach that revered age I am not in the latter group.

One lady I vacuumed her carpet and did only half of her ironing (largely because I had the iron too hot and it got stuck to her finery) and she was still thrilled with my help and told me not to worry about anything. The other lady, (well into her nineties) insisted on keeping me an hour late while getting on her floor (yes… on her  hands and knees) and using her spittle to one by one lay the fringe of her carpet frightening straight strand by strand!! This was AFTER I had vacuumed the carpet, not once, not twice but three times. The entire time this older gal was on her hands and knees she was cursing my very existence within my hearing.

Years later I know the secret…once you have raised a child there is nothing else in this world that can scare, stress, shock, age, or dement you while at the same time completely transforming you into a being that can totally focus beyond self…no matter what the crisis or occasion!

I am totally indebted to my children for helping me develop patience (to the extreme), tenacity and the will to succeed (burn supper start over again) regardless of the obstacles ahead of me. Managing the crowd I run with has bestowed on my soul the gifts of humility (although the moment you advertise this one you lose it), kindness and empathy (I like to think I have some of that) and the odd psychosis ( i.e.  my obsession with CLEAN laundry and my deep dreaded fear of any creepy-crawly that I did not give birth to).

Everyone says I am funny(I hope in the right sense) –though I must admit my sense of humour is the best tool I have (without which I would have been incarcerated years ago for likely some horrific assault charge).  I am also most grateful for the other life skills as developed at the (small) hands of my kids. These skills include becoming a multi-disciplined expert in medicine, cuisine (queen of the 10-minute-chicken-nuggets), and financial wizardry. Let’s not to forget the tours of duty (put in at all hours) as a parole officer, exterminator (same difference), mediator (oh and how), beautician, psychiatrist, lawyer and nurse, professional cleaner (at times quite similar in nature) and chauffeur… just to name a few!

When I see that I stand tall in the eyes of my children I cannot really ever care about how I look in anyone else’s.

Again, thanks to all of you who commented, shared and read my post resulting in the avalanche response. I look forward to many of you joining this goat’s journey over life’s mountains and molehills!

The Garden Goat

Yes, they are ALL mine! Answers to those rude questions about large families!

Having the number of children I do, once disclosed to anyone usually results in total shock. Either after they have fallen over in disbelief, (or written me off as some real freak) some of them are actually able to compose themselves enough to eyeball me head to toe. I am then treated to the usual remark “you do not look like you have had 9 kids.” Nice. What exactly do you mean? Apparently “looking” like one has had children automatically means that you are “fat”, “tired” and “old” looking (they should meet my husband). Who knew? Why would anyone want to have children if that is how you are supposed to look afterwards? No wonder the population growth in Canada is at an all time low. I have developed answers back to many of the bratty (if not down-right rude) comments I regularly attract parading around in society with some ( if not all) of my nine kids in tow.

The following is a SMALL sampling of questions I have been asked over the years along with the responses I have developed to “politely” address their concerns (also to keep myself out of incarceration for assault charges).

ONE

Q:           “Are they all yours?” (This question is almost always posed right in front of my collective offspring) With the exception of discerning whether the entire faithful assembled are not composed of let’s say “extra” kids (friends of my children along for the ride) this is a most rude and insensitive question.

Answer:              

  1. “Well let me see…last I checked they were”
  2. “Nah, not all of them…I am a child collector”
  3. “Only the beautiful ones”
  4. “Why? …Is there one you would like?”
  5. “Yes…and I have even MORE at home”
  6. “None are mine these kids just keep following me around.”
  7. “I tell my husband that they are all ours”

Only to be outdone by the next question ….

TWO

Q:           “Were all these kids planned or were some accidents?” No, really? First of all how dare you ask the question, next what would you think the children think hearing this? … Can you imagine being one of the children hearing this??

Answer:              

  1. “Nope, every one of them is an accident!”
  2. “Planned by whom?”
  3. “Only the beautiful ones!”
  4. “Why? …Is there one you would like to order?”

THREE

Q:           “Is this one your last?” Love this question, I have no clue who this stranger is but in the matter of a mere moment they have decided that I should be sharing information with them that my husband and I have not even discussed yet as a couple.

Answer:              

  1. “I never call a child [my last]… meet  my youngest”
  2. “Yep we are going to keep going till we get an ugly one!”
  3. “Can’t stop now we are part of a government research project we can only stop when the project is complete.”
  4. “Nah! My husband and I are very intelligent people, and believe we should pass on these great genes as much as we can.”
  5. “Before we were married we planned on having 2, but I didn’t know that my
    husband couldn’t count!”
  6. “Well, we have room in our van for 1 more. LOL!!!!!”

FOUR

Q:           “Do you know what causes it?” This question blows me away. I am in a public place; a stranger thinks that they can ask me this presumably because NO ONE would willingly have this number of kids, therefore ignorance of the basic must be the cause.

Answer:              

  1. “Haven’t a clue…maybe you could visit my home later when the kids are in bed and explain it to me.”
  2. “Yes, I do…don’t you?”
  3. “Well, we THOUGHT we did, but if that were the case, we’d have thousands of them by now.”
  4. “Yes, and it is something I am very good at … (!!) proud of it!”

FIVE

Q:           “You certainly have your hands full!” This comment usually happens as several of the younger ones are running around and I am at the checkout trying to balance the escapee-artist-baby, the bank card and bag groceries all at once.

Answer:              

  1. “Totally…wanna help?”
  2. “We can’t figure out where they’re all coming from!”
  3. “You should see how many I left at home!”
  4. “I’d rather have them full than empty.”

SIX

Q:           “How do you handle it?”

Answer:              

  1. “Duct tape…and a lot of alcohol.”
  2. “I wash laundry all night instead of watching TV!”
  3. “I have been institutionalized and today I am out on a pass”
  4. “I am mentally unstable and proud of it”
  5. “I don’t …I am in DENIAL”

SEVEN

Q:           “Why did you have this many?” Again, I don’t know this person and yet I am being asked to put a reason out there for why I have had children.

Answer:              

  1. “So there will be enough tax payers to contribute to the services you may require in old age.”
  2. “Just making the world a more beautiful place…one kid at a time”
  3. “I need this many to justify the mess I live in!”

EIGHT

Q:           “Same Father?” This question is just an amazing notion, especially when uttered in earshot of the children. I then proceed through the check out and the conversation as we head to the car is kids trying to determine which of the tribe originated by different dads…yeah, Thank you NOT!

Answer:              

  1. “No, that would have been boring”
  2. “You know…I am not really sure.”
  3. “Shhh-My husband thinks they are all his.”

NINE

Q:           “Haven’t you heard of birth control?”

Answer:              

  1. “Yes, I’ve heard of it, I hope you are using it!”
  2.  “Yes, that’s great stuff for people with ugly kids!”
  3. “Oh yes, we do know what birth control is; it’s for people who don’t want
    children.”         

TEN

Q:           “Don’t you have a television?”

Answer:

  1. “Yes and running water!”
  2. “No…can’t you tell?”

Then I get to either hear how much the interviewer wished they could have had more children but had to stop because they do not have the extreme financial wealth everyone assumes that I must have. (??)

ELEVEN

Q:           “How can you afford having so many?”

Answer:

  1. “My parents could not afford me and I am here.”
  2. “I figure you spend what you make, you may as well spend it people you love.”
  3. “I’m still not sure how we do it…but it works!”
  4. “Do you want my address (?) I accept cash and cheques!”

TWELVE
Q:           “Do you get any time for yourselves?”

Answer:

  1. “Kinda …obvious ..that  we occasionally do.”


And the winner is…..

Q:                          “Boy, am I glad it is you and not me!”

Answer:

“Yes, me too!”…“My kids are glad it’s me and not you too! ”

 :) The Garden Goat

Large Family Life