I come from a fairy big extended family. On my mother’s side, she is one of three children (as is her mother) and on my father’s side, he is one of six. My parents, primarily for financial reasons, only had two children. Oddly enough, out of six children my dad and aunt were the only ones to have children, so my grandmother has three grandchildren.
After I called her to tell her I was pregnant with our second child, she remarked mildly, “I guess you know what causes that, huh.”
On our last visit I asked her what she wanted for Christmas.
“I don’t know,” she said. “What do you want for Christmas?”
“Another baby,” I replied, smiling.
“Now why would you want that?” she asked, seeming partly rebuking, partly mystified.
Her attitude surprises me. Thus far, I have two children to her six. Why would she be surprised if I want one more? Perhaps it is because she did not live in the times of birth control, but even so, I find it strange that she comes across anti-large family. She is not alone, by any means. I have encountered many people who are the mother of many, and discourage others from following their lead. I think it’s sad, to say the least.
You don’t see as many families with over two children these days, and for plenty of people one is enough. Of course, to counterbalance that there are plenty of people that have multiple children and are continuing to expand their families, and are quite happy with the results. I guess it just goes to show that each and every family is unique.