Sometimes I wish I had a clan of kids

Sometimes I wish I had a clan of kids

I love our trio, but every now and then I want a baseball team…

We have a few friends that have whole broods of kids—from four to seven—and usually I am good with our one and only. I have written before about how much it hurts that I medically cannot have other children, but that my little girl was a surprise in and of herself when I expected a life with either no children or adopted kids, so I’m incredibly grateful for the gift of her.

We are a family on a budget, so just the three of us makes it easier to live healthfully, and though we can’t afford all of the classes we used to pay for for her, we do at least scrape together enough for her music class—and taking one child to co-op classes works well.

That said, I long for family days like my friends have—like the family on Dan in Real Life has—where everyone gets together for a weekend or even a week at a cabin somewhere and has a talent show, a crossword challenge, family meals... Everyone “gets” everyone and traditions are forged and memories are made. My friends with big families have such experiences year-round!

Sometimes I wish I had a whole clan of kids, a boisterous family taking up every inch of space and rollicking around with our pets—maybe on a farm, with some chickens and a cow, even! Of course, I would never be able to work and we’d be even more broke than we are now, forget affording groceries. And physically, I can’t have it; it would have to be through adoption, an idea I still toy with. Perhaps someday when my novels take off and we have a big, nice place of our own, we could fulfill such a dream…

Of course, part of me just wishes my sisters would have kids I could kidnap when I want them, and we could have annual retreats—or more frequent ones, of course—without me having to give up my jobs. I love to write, though this year has been leaner than most and has made me realize that I could share some of this excess time with a few more kiddos running around…

Then again, my daughter’s been an only child for seven years now—a year longer than I was before my two sisters were born—and she’s pretty used to this lifestyle. Every once in a while, she, too, wishes for siblings—but I do think that she prefers having my attention all to herself.