I was lucky enough to be blessed with one child, a daughter.
When I married at age 21, having left a tiny house filled with eight people, we decided to not have children. My Dad was a carpenter and the sole wage earner. In Ohio that meant usually not much work in the wintertime. Our "vacation" each year was to eat out at a Chinese restaurant ... where we could order anything ... as long as we ate it all.
But you know, I never felt "poor" because my Mom made everything so fun! My Barbie doll got new (homemade...and some were the same fabric as MY new dress!) clothes at Christmas. She would help me design the cardboard box house complete with wrapping paper wall paper. A cigarette carton was wrapped in fabric for a sofa and we sewed tiny pillows. We also made salt clay food items. Actually, my friends who had their own bedrooms and ten times more Barbie stuff ... preferred to play at my house.
Anyway, when my biological clock began to tick, I changed my mind about wanting a kidlet. Husband No. 1 could not be persuaded. I came home from work one evening to discover he had had a vasectomy (without discussion) so that was the end of that. Then meeting a great older guy who already had teenagers, I figured oh well. And then surprise.
These past months here in Oregon have been so much fun. We get together about once a week. Jesse loves to cook. And then Kate cleans up. Last night was rump roast (which I have never had before!)(big pieces of meat are daunting to me), cooked medium rare. With carrots and celery and I taught him to make gravy (or "dip dip" as Braeden calls every sauce). Garlic bread and then I practiced the crash smashed potatoes. Everything was a hit!
Kidlets who grow into Kidults are pretty awesome. Of course, adding a couple of grandsons sure hasn't hurt either!