My wife and I are now forty-four years old, but a month and a half ago we became parents for the second time. We already have five children, all boys, and now, finally, a girl!
My relationship with my wife began early, when we were still in high school, and it just so happened that at sixteen she gave birth to our first child. This did not diminish our love in the slightest, on the contrary, it strengthened the bond, and as soon as it turned out, we got married.
My parents were always supportive, and when we found out by the time we were twenty that we were expecting our second child, everyone was very happy. One day my mother told me that she herself wanted at least two, but she and my father were not given, apparently, but they loved babysitting their grandchildren.
Fatherhood – it’s not so easy, there are scary moments – when the kids get sick – and funny, and sad – after family quarrels. But this does not affect my love for my children and my wife. Yes, and I believe that as long as we are destined to have children, so many are needed. As long as we can provide for them and feel happy, we don’t plan to stop.
Do you think this judgment is right or stupid?
