by Ajike Akande
It may come as a surprise to you, but when Wife and I
decided to have a whack of kids, we didn’t think at all about what being one of
many would mean for the children.
I know, this is hard to believe, but Wife and I are not of the thinking
variety. If it makes you feel any
better, which it shouldn’t, we also didn’t give much thought to how much making
(some of our beauties were created with a lot of expensive help as the absence
of sperm wasn’t our only fertility issue) and raising a large family would cost. It is not at all lost on me, that the
fact that we could even make our
babes without the stress of finances, says a great deal about our economic privilege.
Wife and I were kind of selfish in regards to creating our
family. We wanted ‘lots of children. We love children and wanted the honour
of helping them grow into the wonderful adults they were meant to be. We wanted a house full of the energy
that only small wonders have. We
have always felt that kids are the greatest blessing, a remarkable gift. We
wanted the honour, they would be our blessing
and our gift. Do you see what I’m getting at
here? Of course we thought we
would be great parents and that children would do well be raised by us. We thought we were right for the
job. I for one, was a SPWC
(superior parent without child) prior to becoming an actual parent so naturally
I assumed that I would be awesome at this whole thing and never make the
mistakes that I witnessed others making while I was a SPWC. (Little did I know I would create my
own unique brand of parenting mistakes!)
The point is, we thought only about ourselves when it came to making our
family.
Z, being the first little one that we brought home, enjoyed
all the perks of being an only child.
Before our first set of twins were born, Z certainly didn’t ask for a
sibling, but he certainly dealt well once Miss O and G-dog arrived. When he
found out that he was going to get a little brother out of my last pregnancy, Z
was thrilled but the girls were pretty neutral about two more little people
joining our family of five. The
big sisters did not easily deal with the arrival of The Littles but I believe
that they just weren’t ready. Miss
O was still receiving occupational and speech-language therapy and needed a lot
of one on one time and G-dog, who developed more typically, probably didn’t get
all that she needed in her early years.
In spite of Miss O’s significant needs and the more typical needs of our
then four year old and other two year old, we tried for a fourth and got a fourth
and fifth!
We, along with close family and friends, have said at
different times, that each of our kids probably would have done well as only
children. We are careful to say
“done well” rather than “done better” because why criticize what truly cannot
be changed. What’s a mom to do
with that? It’s too late! Whenever I talk to people raised in big
families they always say how wonderful it was to grow up always having someone
to play with and talk to. Growing
up in a big family means you’re never alone which, of course, means you are never alone.
When Miss O was diagnosed with Sensory Processing Disorder
(SPD) the occupational therapist explained that she needs a predictable and
highly structured environment until she is better able to self-regulate when
she is overwhelmed by sensory input.
Well, sorry about your family Miss O, best of luck achieving calm among
the chaos! Over the past few
years, G-dog has grown so anxious about how people feel about her and I can’t
help but wonder if being one of many is the cause of this anxiety. She worries, more than normal, how much
we love her, if we made an angry face, if her siblings love each other more
than they love her, and even if grandparents and caregivers love her as much as
the others. It’s easy to get lost
in the shuffle around here and some of our children seem to feel more lost than
others.
Z, being older and extremely self-aware, is able to talk
about his feelings around being one of many. Several months ago I took him to dinner and a movie and he
said, “I love being alone with you.
If I was an only child I could be alone with you all the time. Sometimes I like to pretend I don’t
have any brothers and sisters.”
Then fearful that I would launch into a speech about how fortunate he is
to have so many siblings, he added “But I really like all my little sisters and
brother - especially Mr. Lee!” Given that Z is the only
Silverman-Akande kid without a twin, I am so happy to witness the greatest love
affair of all time, between the brothers.
Like with everything, there are benefits and drawbacks to
being one of many. Because there’s
no going back, we try to acknowledge what our kiddos have lost by having so
many siblings, while preaching, loudly and often, how lucky they are to have
each other. We are desperate to
build a team spirit among our basketball team sized brood that says “better
together”. Sadly, right now, their
“better together” spirit is mostly seen when we are trying to get them to
listen to us. There is nothing
more frustrating that five little buggers laughing in your face –
together!
We are on our second, weeklong FIT (family immersion time),
aka family vacation, up at “Nanny’s farm”. The children have been given two main rules for the week: 1. Go outside and run in the fields. Don’t go toward the road and don’t come
back until you are hungry or someone is hurt. Oh and stay together!
2. Ask three, then me. (This rule will be familiar to teachers.) Need help to reach something?; Need
help with your shoes?; Want a push on the swing? Ask three, then me.
These rules are all about learning to take care of each other and to leave
us alone! I’m just kidding about
them leaving us alone, but in truth we need want them to depend on each
other and look out for each other.
I think a week with no schedule (How’s that workin’ for ya Miss O?) and
wide-open space is a great start to project “Better Together”.
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We decided we were big family parents, without considering
if we would have big family children.
We created this big family before considering what it would mean for our
children. A few years into each of
our kids being one of five we are thinking and talking about how wonderful and
how hard it is for them, not just us.
I get a lot of attention for being a mom of many but people rarely talk
about what it is like for our children.
Given that we created this mess, I mean beautiful family, we should
probably be the ones to start the conversation.
What do you think?
Are you a parent of many?
What are your thoughts on this?
How are your little ones doing being part of a pack? Were you raised in a
big family? What were the best and
worst things about your childhood?
I would love to hear about other people’s experiences. Share your thoughts in the
comments.
XO Ajike
