It is not correct to say “the Church” shows very great preference for small families. It doesn’t. What you’re talking about is a PARISH that doesn’t show much empathy for large families, and a priest who is like-minded or too timid to tell them the truth.
Time was when people who were not blessed by any children or with one or two, were among the most generous people in a parish. I have known some of those kinds. But small families now are not determined by infertility or non-marriage, but by material goals. It’s a terrible thing.
A parish in which I am a “secondary member” because of history, charges $500/year/child. Not so easy for one of my daughters who has seven children, but doable. I help out with it when needed. Tuition, of course, does not begin to pay for the real cost. But it’s a very generous parish; a country town parish. My grandchildren attend there.
The parish in which I am an official member charges several times that much without providing anything more, and the parish elected to spend two million dollars on a parish hall (adult entertainment center, I call it) and raise tuition. It’s a far wealthier parish than the one my grandchildren attend. Yet, its collections are considerably less. Of course, there are special collections for the parish hall debt, and they’re fairly well subscribed. It was needed, you see, for “fellowshipping” and such.
It’s a matter of one’s individual values, not those of the Church. Personally, I contribute more to my “seconary parish” than to the one of which I am officially a member, and do a lot more work there. Of course, the “secondary parish” has a lot more fund-raising activities to work at than does my own parish. Interestingly, the first are exceptionally well-attended, while the second are not.
Part of the reason, I suppose, for the attendance at my “seconary parish” activities is the generosity of the people who run them and contribute to them. I love working at them. Among other things, our custom is that if some little wide-eyed kid can’t hit the target with the bean bag or whatever, or ring the bottle, to get him/her in close so he/she can win. I have held little kids’ sticky hands right over the bottle, and said “Drop it now. Drop it. Oops! I told you wrong. Get it and let’s drop it again.” until the kid finally wins. My fellow workers just laugh, along with me and the kid’s parents. So what if the kid wins a “bouncy ball” or a plastic police whistle or a little fuzzy bear? Some parishioner will have paid for those things anyway, and didn’t mean for us to be jealous with them. Various lottery prizes have included a gold Kreugerrand somebody donated, a fed steer, a classic car some parishioner restored himself, a bottle of wine that retails for $700, a certified bank check for $1,000 and so on. One guy sells funnel cakes every year, and pays for all the stuff himself. Even bought the deep fryer equipment for it. Brings it back and sets it up every year. The parish gets the money. Another old man and old woman make homemade ice cream, right on the spot, at their own expense, and sell ice cream cones. That’s expensive stuff they’re using. Real homemade ice cream is expensive to make, and they sell a lot of it. But the parish gets the money. And those are country people donating things like that. And no, nobody gripes because it pays for the school. And nobody gripes if some single parent gets to put his/her kid in for less or for free. They’ll make it right some way and someday, if only to show up after school to make “sets” for the Christmas play.
There are big, big differences in parishes as well as in people.