Breeding Like Rabbits

I grew up in a family of eight. Six kids-five girls. My parent also dabbled in foster care so for my early years, there were up to 12 kids in our house. Call us crazy. Add to that bundle that my mom was legally blind and couldn't drive. Add to that the girls periods tending to synchronize! I couldn't wait to get out of that house.

How did we survive?

Did I mention it was a Mormon family and I had more than 60 cousins? I had a cousin in Fairbanks when we lived there and I wouldn't have even recognized her on the street if I bumped into her.

Anyway, despite the madness, one of the things I miss the most now that we have moved away is having my crazy family close. My kids miss their cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. I never equated having a big family as being a close family. Yet, somehow, as all the kids became adults and started having kids of their own, we became close. Having a big family comes with it's issues, but there's something about knowing they are there no matter what.

Now we won't talk about the C.G. 10.0.2's family. I haven't talked to my in-laws or sister-in-law in more than 2 1/2 years. Some things are better left blogged about on days when my thoughts are more rational and less depressing.

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 1:52 PM