“Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of kids” is something I hear a lot. I have 5 after all and when people first hear that they respond thusly. Usually this is followed by a comment like “Oh, I could never do that, I have 2 and can’t wait until they go to college” and an equally un-understanding look of sympathy.
My all too typical reaction is almost always a sheepish “I know, I know” look to the ground. I often feel looked upon as a hoarder of children. And I am all too polite in my responses. You see, as hard as this may be to believe; I am not one to force my opinions and beliefs on others. Yes I play the boor but it’s just an act. I know my path and am glad to have chosen it; but for others it is often unimaginable.
But I’m beginning to think I should be saying “Hey, wake the f..k up and enlighten yourself”. Having a brood of children is one of life’s true blessings. Whether you have one, two, or a ton, it is a hell of a lot of fun and beats the shit out of none. Coming soon to a t-shirt near you.
I’m a make lemonade when life gives you lemons type of guy. As a divorced father of Jeri, Lane and Joseph with the mentality and outlook of a 30 year old (and some would say maturity of a twenty year old) I met a wonderful woman who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I knew more children would be a welcome way to cement our bond. I remember my father, a life is great kinda guy, telling me, “Hell yes have more kids, we love kids, you and Roni will make great kids.” So we had Iris and Henry.
As far as kids go there, that dogma of economics: ‘diminishing margin of utility’ does not apply. Yea, that 3rd ice cream cone doesn’t go down quite as well as the first but nothing is as exciting as childbirth and parenthood. Times 5. And nothing beats the feeling of being a dad or mom. And nothing on earth is as precious as your children, even during those times you want to strangle them.
So you, Mr. “JC that’s a lot of kids”, are missing the boat. But I still probably won’t tell you what a ride you are missing. Because I know that almost anyone with a brain “smiles and tells me I’m the lucky one.” And that’s when I smile my “Amen brother or sister, amen” smile.
Guys my dad started blogging… he’s precious.
take my love, take my land, take me where i cannot stand. i don’t care, i’m still real no matter how many records i sell.
in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me
you can’t repeat the past
can’t repeat the past? why, of course you can! of course you can.