because raising a large family isn’t for the faint-hearted

Is that Mummy’s Friend?

Having a large family means you often get ridiculed. Last weekend we went to a local fun day and they had an entertainer to entertain the children. Becky was thrilled to be called up to take part in a game (spoiler alert – she won!) and whilst “meeting the contestants” the entertainer made comments about our large family, even going as far to ask if daddy was “mummy’s friend”.

The conversation went like this;
Entertainer: let’s see who we’ve got on this side over here. Someone who’s looking very flowery. Hello
Becky: My name’s Becky
E: Hello Becky and how old is Becky?
B: Eleven
E: Eleven oh you’re at that age where you really don’t want to be here but your mum says you’re not to be home on your own (Becky nods) Ok you’re eleven years old and who are you here with today?
B: Urm that crazy family over there
E: That crazy family over there. Is that mum filming you over there, there’s mum and is that your dad in the Man Utd top there or is that mummy’s friend? Cos you get a lot of mummy’s friends around here. All right so that’s good and then are they all your brothers and sisters then are they?
B: Urm the one with the pink dress
E: So that’s your sister yeah and the other two are your friends?
B: The grey dress and the baby
E: So they’re all your brothers and sisters?
B: No just my sisters duh!
E: Oh sorry, they’re all your sisters?
B:  Yes
E: All them are your sisters?
B: Yeah
E: You’ve not got a telly in your house

Having a large family means you sometimes get looked down on. People assume you’re on benefits and keep popping them out to get you more money (we don’t, hubby works hard to provide for us), or that you don’t have any other form of entertainment or know how to use contraception. People even assume that they don’t all have the same parents. Some of the things I have heard about my large family have been downright rude!

Things I have heard;

  • You sure have your hands full
  • Rather you than me
  • I don’t know how you do it
  • Have you found out what causes it yet?
  • When are you having another one?
  • Are you done yet?
  •  Bout time you got your TV fixed
  • Are they all yours?
  • Do they all have the same mum/dad?
  • Why don’t you try getting a job?
  • Bet you get no time to yourself/hubby/each child
  • Must cost you a fortune.
  • Bet you’re on benefits, making me pay for all your kids
  • Did you want that many?
  • You must be accident prone
  • Talk about fertile
  • The world is already too overpopulated and you’re just making it worse
  • You do know you can get free contraception right
  • Did you plan to have this many?
  • Poor you. No wonder you look stressed

 Most days they don’t bother me, I laugh along and say I’ve found out what causes it now or that I’ve gotten the TV fixed.

I’ve even had comments about having four girls, especially if my son isn’t with us, something along the lines of “Have you given up trying for a boy yet?” or after finding out I do actually have a son”Oh you finally got your boy then?” (“No, he came first!”)

I’ll admit some days I regret having a large family and I feel more like a bouncer than a mum, but these thoughts are short-lived. As soon as I try to imagine being without any of them I realise I couldn’t! I love all my children and wouldn’t be without a single one, even with all the chaos and mayhem they cause.  My heart and my arms are certainly overflowing! I love every single one of my large family and I wouldn’t be without any of them!
large family my 5 kids and marshall and chase from paw patrol

Children are a gift from God and I treasure all my children. Of course, that doesn’t mean I don’t have bad days when I want to hide away from them, especially when they’re fighting over who gets to sit by me and shouts of “She’s my mummy too!” On those days I am so tempted to do what it says on the Aspirin box and “Take 2 and keep away from children”

I always wanted a large family and I’m thrilled to have five healthy, beautiful children and whilst most days the comments don’t bother me, it would make me so much happier to have positive comments instead.

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Rachel (My Crazy Brood)

Parenting Blogger & Mum of 5

Hi, I’m Rachel, the poor mum of this crazy lot! We are; Dad (Bob), Ryan (17), Becky (15) Ruby  (14), Rhian (11) and Reese (7). We also have Gwen the staffy dog, 5 guinea pigs and 2 hamsters. Join us as we navigate the craziness that raising a large family with additional needs can bring.


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