Damn, I can’t figure out a clever way to start this post. So here it goes, 14. Fourteen kids. What the hell is going on? I’m one of seven kids so I can’t imagine what it would be like to be one of 14. Every time I hear about this woman and her octuplets, I want to cry for the kids.
I’m sure most of you are very tired of the story and want it to go away. I thought I’d give my impressions though. Let’s have a candid chat about this woman’s psyche. I’ve maintained for a long time when someone wants a large family, something is missing in someone’s life. As much as I love my mom, I realize my mom finds comfort in the “stuff” which surrounds her. Whether it be children, noise, or dusty boxes of yarn… that’s what makes my mom comfortable.
My mom was one of two kids, the youngest, with an older sister of seven years. My mom got married young and actually birthed ten kids. Three of them didn’t make it past infancy and the remaining seven of us made it to adulthood. Along the way my mom and dad struggled to keep their relationship intact due to financial difficulties. My father did alright, but it’s no easy feat to feed nine mouths. Eventually my parents divorced and we had to live on my mom’s meager yarn store profits.
Things really do get lost in the shuffle. For the most part I was raised by my siblings and had to fight hard for attention. I learned at an early age making animal noises could gain a laugh and perhaps an extra smile in my direction. I had to compete with six others for a hug, extra food, or even a spot on the couch.
Being from a big family is a unique treat, but one I would never pass along. It’s draining to be a parent of one child. To nurture your child and give them the attention they deserve requires much effort. I hardly recall being read to as a child because parental time we scarce. We took showers at the swimming pool because two showers in a house of nine doesn’t cut it. I hid in my bedroom, once I finally got one at the age of 14, because I needed a place to absorb. Now, I’ve got this virtual place…
The infamous California woman with 14 kids is sad. According to her own accounts, she was a lonely child, who her parents freely admit was rather spoiled. She already had six kids before the recent pregnancy. Six mouths to feed depending on a single mom and boom, eight more siblings on the scene.
My final concern is this, the role of the media. I know I’m blogging about this topic and potentially drawing more attention. Yeah right, who reads blogs? Anyways, I’m sure TV networks such as TLC or Discovery are already battling it out for a reality TV show featuring Mom of 14. This is where I have strong objections. Should we reward such poor decisions with TV shows? I’ve seen Jon & Kate Plus Eight and can’t deal with it. Then there’s the enormous Duggar family in Arkansas with 18 kids has their own TV show. If I continually make bad decisions, am I rewarded? Nope. If so, we need a reality show documenting my work history between say 17-23 years old. Amen.