regards the parents of big families on this thread responding very defensively, you could all be my mother. If she was on this thread she would be telling you all how happy we all were to be part of a large (6 children) family.
Ask us (now adult) children, we would disagree.
But it's pointless telling our parents this. They have their reality, we have ours. It's just that their reality is nowhere near the actual reality.
Take something like helping out with housework or cooking or childcare.... my mother would say (does actually say) I helped out occasionally, and was always free to refuse. I would say I put in on average about 30 hours per week of unpaid child labour. Whether it was cooking, cleaning, doing laundry and ironing, babysitting, gardening, chopping wood for the fire, gardening, running to the shops or DIY. 4 hours per day was average. Many weeks it would have been a lot more. And as for free to refuse.... that's just a joke. There was no freedom to refuse. She just remembers it differently to how it was.
When I left school and got a job (at 18) and moved out into my home I was shocked how much time I had for myself now that I only had to work a 40 hr week. It was so easy. So many hours in the day. Housework was a doddle. Every Saturday I could clean my house from top to bottom, do all the laundry and ironing and still be finished by 3pm. Compare that to going to school fulltime and then doing at least 4hrs of u paid "parent" work everyday, it was a doddle.
I am now in my 40s and still think this. The hardest I have ever worked, the longest most tiring days I have ever put in, were between the ages of about 10 to 18.
I strongly disagree with the post a while back about much good it did us when we got on own place that we were used to doing work in our childhood home. I can buy that to a certain degree. Of course it's handy at 18yrs old if you move into your home that you can cook and clean and wash and iron. However, I could have learned to iron perfectly reasonably with say 1 hours practice per week for 1 year. That would have given me 50 hours learning. I didn't need 800 hours hours practice by the age of 18. That is just taking the piss. Changing a nappy is a handy skill, but I didn't need to do it thousands of times in my childhood to learn it. I am sure I would have coped just fine with "learning" it as an adult.
My mother also says things like "oh Els love helping out with cooking". This is hilarious.
- I never "helped out" - I cooked, set the table, dished up, cleared the table, did the dishes. The most "help" I would get was a quick glance in the pan with a snide comment along the lines of "that needs more salt, for Christs sake are you thick".
- I never loved it. I never even remotely liked it. It was expected. So I did it.
And before anyone jumps down my throat - YES I KNOW that not all parents of big families "use" their children in this way. Kudos to those of you who don't.
I am also firmly in the camp that says no way can you as parents KNOW that your kids are (or were) happy growing up in a big family. None of us now adults would bother telling my parents any of the above. It's pointless. They have their reality, we have ours. Every one of us hated never having an own bedroom, never having any privacy, never having enough money, never having anywhere near enough attention. Our parents live in blissful ignorance about how we loved sharing a room, how we all got on so well, how we loved the noise and bustle. We didn't.