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When I was pregnant with my twins it hit me that I was going to need to rearrange my life or I was going to end up having a breakdown. I did a ton of praying. I started asking my mom some major religious questions (she had 16 kids), and I spent a lot of time in the confessional talking to the various priests. Reading accounts of large families of saints and others also helped. Many times Catholic moms of many are reminded by priests that birth control is wrong whether you have 0, 1, or 20 children–God does not accept a set amount as enough. Believe it or not, reading about Celine Dion was a turning point for me. He mom was told the same thing echoed throughout history by priests to moms of many. Her mother was wishing to stop having children BEFORE she was born, and imagine if she had? Same with many saints (Catherine of Siena among others). The world would be so different without these people and saints. It all helped me accept God had a plan for me and my children.To the parents of larger families who have responded, or who will respond, here a few specific questions
When did your mind and heart begin to truly comprehend and accept that you were meant to have a larger family? What helped that acceptance to come about?
Did you ever have any embarrassment about wishing for another baby, even though your family was already large?
How did you handle the chaos of large family life? Did you become very self-disciplined and organized? Or did you learn to let go of expectations a bit? Or both?
What practical things truly set apart your family from smaller ones, meaning, what practical aspects of your family culture are unique to your family precisely because they came about due to its increasing size? For example, in our family, we color code towels and have special plate designs and toothbrush types for each child. We also use over-the-door hooks for hanging up towels and bathrobes and jackets over. Every. Single. Door. Of. Our. House!. We also have a shoe shelf for everyone’s shoes at the front door. We line up to go places, even for tooth brushing time at the bathroom. We cram many beds in tiny bedrooms. We homeschool. And the list goes on. Our home is weird to others with smaller families, and I LOVE to see how other big families make it work.
I have been embarrassed many times announcing pregnancies. I had my oldest 9 months into my marriage. I was 18. My second came at 19. Twins at age 20. My fifth when I was just turning 22. Each time I was embarrassed. It’s gotten better. I no longer care that my mom, my husband, my kids and I are the only ones happy a new baby is coming. Embarrassment fades over time. Another thing I’ve come to accept I guess.
For me, the big family chaos is normal. I grew up with it. My husband has learn to just accept things and go with the flow. We are super organized in some things (chores, finances, medical records, schedules, etc), and completely unorganized in others (laundry, laundry, laundry!!!) my husband and I have had to determine what is most important at a given time and let go of the rest.
Not sure what sets us apart from smaller ones to be honest. I’ll ask my husband if he knows. He only had a sister and she’s much younger than him. Probably one thing is that we rely on our kids to pull their own weight and we don’t cater to every want like I see many parents do when they only have 2 or 3 kids. Chores are nonnegotiable. If the kids can’t do theirs for any reason they are responsible for “hiring” a replacement. For instance, if someone has fishes and will be gone for the evening, they can either pay a sibling to do the fishes if arrangers switch a sibling’s chore, but they are responsible not me. They must by their own electronics. They do odd jobs for neighbors or work part time when they hit 16. We provide all needs but they buy most wants. My 17 year old took a job to by himself an art tablet ($1200) and now is saving for college. Most smaller families don’t need to do that with their kids.
One more thing, we do laundry parties on Saturdays. All clean clothes are placed on the “laundry chair” during the week until the party. We turn on music and sort, fold and put away clothes at the party. Smaller families giggle at our laundry chair.