Counting the three grandchildren that I adopted, bringing my total number of children up to 39, weâ€™ve had 16 new births in twelve years time. Thatâ€™s a lot of babies to hold, our own population explosion with three more due in the next couple of months. 19 babies in all from a family largely built from the adoption of older children.
That one choice just made me be a grandmother faster and at a younger age than normal. An abuelita (grandma) by age 40 and it had nothing to do with the fact that I birthed my oldest child when I was barely 19.
My oldest granddaughter, now 12, is in a grade with three of my children; two uncles and an aunt in her class. Her mother is pregnant now with her fifth child and has done a wonderful job in raising her own family.
This is yet another reason that Iâ€™ve stopped adopting. I have empty beds now in my house since 17 kids are grown. I am slap busy attending soccer games, softball games and church events with my children. Adding the grandchildrenâ€™s schedules is crazy.
Iâ€™d like to attend my granddaughterâ€™s honors program tomorrow along with her father but Iâ€™ll be taking her mother to the OB-GYN as sheâ€™s already 3 cm dilated. Iâ€™ll see 10 of my grandchildren for brief periods tomorrow as I flit between end-of-the school year activities, a Sunday School class swim party, and the endless party at my own house.
This generation that Iâ€™ve raised has often made me question my own sanity, pushed me to the limits of normal human endurance and often broken my heart, making me sob in frustration as they seem to fight me every step of the way in making them turn into responsible, likeable and successful individuals. Weâ€™ve gone through many therapists, counselors, programs, arrests and jail time, probation and the juvenile justice system. Theyâ€™ve been kicked out of programs and school or quit along the way.
Theyâ€™ve wrecked cars and been fired from jobs. Twice Iâ€™ve had kids who were virtually homeless as adults; thereâ€™s been out-of-wedlock pregnancies and police intervention too many times.
And we, as a family, have survived all that has been thrown at us. Weâ€™re stronger where weâ€™ve often been broken; weâ€™re welded together forever even though we still have to go through the predictable times when kids reject our family as they move into adulthood. It doesnâ€™t even bother me anymore as I now know it is only temporary.
Iâ€™d go through it all again just to be where we are now, with the grandchildren and their now happy, settled down, loving parents who once put me through such Hell.