We had tons of relatives come to town to celebrate my mom's 75th birthday. Seven out of eight kids were able to make it along with a number of nephews, nieces, cousins, associated in-laws, old school mates, and friends.
My sister, Kathy, who refers to herself as Number 8, thought it would be great if the ladies dressed in various period clothing from mom's lifetime. They looked awesome.
Eight kids, holy hell. I'm from the same religious upbringing as you and as a result I'm part of, and surrounded by, large families. As a parent in a *much* smaller unit, I am always in total awe of what parents like your mom did and how they possibly managed to do it all. And how all the kids turned out to be such good people.
Especially considering that she had to deal with you. (Okay, I couldn't resist).
I hope she loved the celebration. Bet she did.
Yes, Pat, including me. And from the stories my mom tells, you'd think just about every sentence uttered in our house included the words, "goddamned kids".
As the oldest of eight, having fewer children was one of my life's goals.
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