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Anonymous wrote:My fourth is 5 years old now. Oldest child is 11. There is absolutely no part of me that regrets having him. He is just a great little kid, makes everyone laugh, and just has a great little personality about him. And I have no anxiety parenting him, which is fantastic. I know what I am doing and what kind of parent I am, so there is none of the stress I have with my oldest where everything is new.
One thing with having four though, is that for whatever reason, this is where you cross the line into “big family.” When I had one, I had one, two I had two, three I had three, but when I had four...suddenly people couldn’t remember if I had four or six or eight. When I went places with all of the kids, people would ask if they were all mine or if I was running a daycare. (It didn’t help that my best friend has five about my kids ages, so we often go out with all nine kids).
It can also be difficult to find a sitter sometimes.
The bolded is *so* true - random people asked us all the time when our kids were little things like: "Are they all yours???" "Are you Catholic?" "Are you Mormon?" "Are you missionaries" (this when we would travel internationally), "Do you homeschool?". It seemed like we went from a very normal three kid family and then all of a sudden, we were an odd "large" family.
I will say that now that our kids are older, four kids seems way more normal. And of my parents and ILs grandkid numbers, even with our four, our family is below replacement value because neither DH or my siblings have any or more than one kid each.