"It can be surprisingly lonely in a big family."
- this is a good summary of my experience. I'm one of 9, second eldest. More importantly, eldest girl, followed by loads of boys.
Looking back now, around the age of 30 (with 3 kids of my own), I think my parents did an amazing job. My mum particularly supported us well, in her way - she came to everything we were involved in (football matches, concerts, etc), and tried to give each of us time, and was very involved in savings and investments to support us in the future.
It was so, SO hard, though. I remember having a happy initial childhood up to age 7-9 or so, but that may just be the freedom of that age! And there weren't many of us at that point! (4/5.) I know I was changing nappies from the age of 8. I was very involved with childcare, although I did love 'helping out.' I wasn't required to babysit that much but was relied on to just 'be there' quite a lot e.g so mum could go to the shops/pick up some child or other, etc.
Now, I think I probably helped out so much because I was becoming starved of attention. Until I had kids myself, I sought out kids for company. I needed people around me who would talk to me (but not judge!). Into my teenage years I struggled immensely. Very lonely, depression, and more.
I missed being at home when I was away, but when I was there (or at least downstairs - luckily we had a good-sized house) things were always extremely fraught. I could never have a conversation with my mum. Every 5 seconds (I'm being generous, here) someone would butt in, or she would have to say something to a sibling walking past. It was a bit of a limbo - needing to talk or be with people, but hating being downstairs - I lived in my room. Being with a small child for company helped me to feel less alone.
Fairly recently she mentioned to me that one time she was going through a miscarriage and I was moaning about not having had any tea (food was extremely haphazard in our house and I still have an unhealthy relationship with it). I was flabbergasted that a) she hadn't told me, as I must have been mid teens at the time and would have taken over cooking/tucked her up in blankets/made her a cuppa! and b) that despite the situation she didn't really put us or herself first... Long story hard to explain!
My parents were great with us in that they taught us well, enabled us to do things we wanted to do, etc. I resented not having new clothes (always my brother's clothes or random awful hand-me-downs) but my mum would say "that's why we have money to send you on that £900 school trip" etc which I guessed was true, but still didn't like it.
I love having lots of siblings now that we don't live together, although we don't catch up much and Christmas is manic if we get together which we usually do. I had kids after a couple of years of leaving home to fill the void I felt living with only one other person - so boring! We have 3 (inc twins) and that is PLENTY and also nearly killed me, so no way would we have any more. Always said I'd never inflict a massive family on my kids though. Since having kids I realise I wouldn't be able to cope with it mentally anyway! My younger siblings who still live nearby seem to love it when we visit and play with our kids a lot.
My siblings are not in positions to have kids yet (at uni, single, etc) except for my older bro who recently got married. It'll be interesting to see how many kids they have.
Sorry, apparently that was a very long post!!