I only ever loved growing up as one of many children. Truly, I can’t recall one time of feeling cheated or deprived – of feeling like I might have more attention or more . . . anything were my siblings fewer in number. I only ever felt lucky. However, I know of several who have grown up in large families and not felt that way. Several who, of course, love their siblings but didn’t love the experience and have sworn to not have a large family themselves because they simply felt they didn’t get enough . . . I don’t know . . . attention from their parents? Opportunity? Love? I don’t know in what ways my personality might have differed from theirs, or in what ways our families functioned differently, so I can’t absolutely guarantee my kids will feel the same as I felt. I can’t be certain they will think this “big family” idea was a good plan. However, watching little Anders crawl (and now walk) around this house – surround by cheering for his every accomplishment, a chorus of “goodnights” and “good mornings”, a sibling at his beck and call – ready to do his bidding -- nearly every moment of every day; makes me think that, how ever my kids might later view their growing up years, there are certainly worse things that could happen to a person than being stuck in a family with a troop of siblings who adore you.