You Get What You Ask For.

So six kids wasn't enough huh?

As much as I detest the swarming of media that has made Nadya Suleman a national phenomenon, I shall stoop to something close to their level for the benefit of my story. I could rail against the irresponsibility of this woman for cranking out children as though she thought she was in possession of a clown car and not a vagina. I could mock her for the slack-jawwed gaze into some other dimension that betrays her complete and absolute abandonment of reality. Or I could take the media to task for their choice to play into this woman’s hands and be exploited while trying to exploit the exploiter, but I won’t. I will simply address the unabashed madness of a person who has six children and says “I don’t have enough!” Not just one more, she wanted to “up the ante” by more than one. She wanted multiple children more! It is my belief that the Gods of fate did the same thing that they did to the guys who decided to taunt the tigers in San Francisco. They wanted the rush of excitement so the Gods of fate said … “Ohhhh-key-dokey, the rush of excitement you shall have.” Nadya got what she asked for and so now … she has ten boys and four girls. Without even delving into the cost of eight prom gowns and four weddings, let us investigate the thrilling possibilities that she has to look forward to with ten boys who will not be blessed with the deterrent value of a father’s size 12D firmly implanted in the area of their anatomies where discipline (and other less savory substances) are impacted. So to state it simply, she will have ten boys … running amok.

Now consider the story of one boy (me), who was left unattended for about one minute. When I was about four or five, I was standing on a chair watching my mother clean out my father’s dresser drawer when the phone rang. While she went into the other room to get the phone, I looked at the half-dozen or so live rounds of ammunition and wondered, … “Gee, I wonder if these would work in my gun.” For those of you who are too young to recall, toy guns used to be actual replicas of real guns. They had a working hammer that actually struck at the opening of the barrel. The barrel was open, that was where you put your little yellow, plastic toy bullets. Apparently, it never occurred to the designers that some child might gain access to a live round of ammunition and put it in the barrel of that ‘toy gun’. So anyway … I grabbed a couple of those live rounds and slipped them into the pocket of my short pants. When my mother got off the phone and returned to her work in the drawer, I told her that I was going out to play (in those days it was safe for a four or five year old to play in his yard by himself). I found my ‘toy rifle’ in the yard and slipped my father’s live round into the barrel of my gun, which I can say with absolute certainty, was 9 millimeters in diameter. I then raised my gun and drew a bead on our mailbox by the road. The thing is, at that age, you have not yet become acquainted with concepts like ‘what’s behind your target’. So anyway, I pulled my trigger and my gun disintegrated. The barrel peeled back like a daisy, in exactly the same manner you’d see Elmer Fudd's gun peel back in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, the plastic stock that was firmly rooted against my shoulder splintered into a dozen pieces, three of which remained in my shoulder and the loudest most terrifying boom that I had ever heard rendered me temporarily deaf.

To this day I believe that my temporary deafness was a blessing, because I didn’t hear any of what my mother said as she ran towards me flailing her arms wildly as if she were being attacked by a swarm of wet hornets. When she reached me, I was standing over my destroyed gun shaking my hands saying “Owww”. Perhaps at this point I should get back to that all-important concept of ‘what’s behind your target’. In this case … it was the neighbor’s house, which on that particular day, he and his brother were outfitting with a new roof. I have to tell you, I had no idea that when you are on the roof of your house and someone fires a shot that hits within two feet of your leg, how much it seems like … someone is shooting at you. I did learn these two things though. First there isn’t much difference between jumping off of a roof and falling off of a roof, you will reach ground in exactly the same amount of time. Second, when your father calls from work and you answer the phone and say, … “Mommy can’t come to the phone, the police man is still yelling at her.” Your dad can make it home in very good time.

This is one of at least a dozen other stories that I can tell you about my childhood involving everything from Copperhead snakes, to snapping turtles to motorcycles in school hallways. To his dying day, my father would get a nauseous look every time someone would mention one of those “memories”. So consider Ms. Suleman and her ten sons. I hear folks wanting to take her children away; but I say let her keep every one and maybe give her one accidental pregnancy just for good measure. She will deserve every “memory” that she gets. She's gonna find out that there is a very good reason that that many offspring are typically referred to as ... a litter.

Author's Note

No, the picture is not me.

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Well.. I have read so much on so many of those mothers being implanted with multiple children.. many WANTING quadruplets, quintuplets and sextuplets.. I think they are raving mad sometimes and should have to undergo a psychological examination and also meet certain financial criteria before a doctor can consider doing this for a patient.. it shouldn't be allowed for people whom can't afford to raise them with .. they also should have a very solid TEAM or family support system who sign that they too are accountable for the uprearing.. cause as your story shows.. and any parent knows.. you just don't know what kind of children you are going to get!

There's more to consider than just the financial.. there is the mental health and physical safety of these children one must consider.. just having 2 children I have had to make tough choices that are individual to their needs... some of the likes no one will understand.. cause each child is an individual with separate needs. Is there a perfect parent out there.. NEVER! Part of growth as a parent is continual learning.. making sometimes mistakes that we always hope are small.. but always questioning and trying to stay two steps ahead.. obviously that will be impossible for that poor lady.. something tells me she will have a short life from all that stress in the long run! My two keep me more than on my toes.. they have tested me in every way known to man..lol.. now in teens.. I'm pulling my hair weekly... reading and trying to accommadate and many times putting myself aside and last to meet their requirements and needs. Today is different than even 10 years ago.. the cost is just incredible just for school trips.. lunches.. social outlets like sports.. etc. Great writing that also tells us a little about you growing up!

[Kerri Hart]

i love it
everyone has those funny childhood stories :)

[Doreen]

Amazingly written. I would like to know what Nadya was thinking, other than the glamor of publicity. You stated so well with your story that no matter how carefully we watch, it only takes a second for something to go dreadfully wrong. It is quite amazing what we do as children; everything is a curiosity. I can't imagine how it would be to keep an eye on that many children. I don't feel any sympathy for Nadya, but I feel for her children. I can only hope that they grow to be healthy (physically and emotionally) and happy.

I enjoyed the story of your childhood which you fit in between the piece so well. What an experience! I can understand your father's nausea at the mere mention of this (and other) incidents.

[Norma M Sutton]

LOL I remember those toy guns. Oh and the girls will most likely be a handful as well. I never blew up a mailbox, but did quite a number of things that scared my parents silly . . .

[Emily Quinn]

this one is quite possibly funnier then the last... its borderline. anyway there were a few priceless lines that i cracked up on; "...for cranking out children as though she thought she was in possession of a clown car and not a vagina." was definitely one of them. in closing I have one last thing to say; elle-oh-elle.

[Kelly]

i really liked this there were a couple of funny parts and the imagery was fantastic :D

[SM Davis]

Had to come and read it again...sorry for the profanity below...must have been well...who knows. At any rate...my son half jokingly refers to my gray hair as his contribution to my well-being. From having to rescue him off of the roof while being 8.5 months pregnant, to calling a refrigerator repair man because he removed the door handles at the age of two. Let us not forget his drinking motor oil because it looked like chocolate. Oh and the list goes on....yes, I say leave her to her wishes...

well written.

[Kira]

Hahahaha...

Well, I at least know to know what's behind your target because my dad takes me shooting, but it's so funny when people mess up. (Don't be mad. It's true.)

[Call Me Cash]

Bloody awesome!
HILARIOUS!
Any mom with the strength to deal with six kids is a hero! I only have one and he's a handful!
Good story, really amusing.
Thanks for posting!