Warning: If you don’t want to listen to a rant read no further, and this is not really a G rated theme. I’m well used to the much of the world’s reactions against a large family, I grew up as the oldest of eight, I now have eight of my own. People can be so rude, the stupid questions which everyone of more than two children receive today generally roll off my back, generally;) “Haven’t you got a television? Don’t you know what causes it? and many other similar comments, have actually over the years kind of got funny, after all do they really think they are original? In fact…

Once upon a time large families were not unusual, children were not different from their playmates because they had several siblings, they did not have people openly counting heads and making comments in their presence. Growing up a child in a large family today requires a certain humility, a particular brand of courage which leaves an indelible mark upon the soul. To My Children I give Praise. I give praise to the times I see them deny their wants to tend to the needs of their parents and siblings. I give praise when they come immediately when called, I give praise when they willingly take care of younger siblings, I…