<p>That was completely off-topic. New thread if you choose to address the issues of small v. large families. Your math is also faulty; infant mortality rates in developing countries are high, and there are a lot of people who marry later, choose to not have any children, are infertile, adopt, or just don’t procreate. </p>
<p>When I first lived in an apartment, I shared the space with three girlfriends. One of them was the eldest of three (A); one, the eldest of two (B); one, the middle of four (C). Here’s what happened:</p>
<p>Without help from my parents, I moved my stuff in. I also moved in (C)'s stuff, because her parents were busy with another sibling. I then moved in half of (A)'s stuff, because she just couldn’t organize it by herself and left it to us. (B)'s father helped her move in. </p>
<p>We needed furniture, housewares, to set up bills, and all that other stuff. I did ALL of it. I was also the only one who made her own money; the other three had parents who were willing to help pay for things, but the girls never wanted to ask their parents. So I paid for everything. All of the furniture - we needed a place to eat dinner, so I arranged to get a table. I went to a yard sale to get the living room furniture. (C) helped me and split that cost. We needed silverware, cups, plates, mixing bowls. During the first few weeks, we would realize that we needed stuff for our apartment. No one ever did anything - couldn’t get one of those girls to buy a thing of Fantastic or a package of sponges. So Aries ended up doing it. I had to FIGHT to get them to understand that I was working my butt off and spending a ton of money to get the whole apartment together… but it was like they didn’t think they should have to do anything at all. Why do something when Mommy and Daddy do everything for you? I did damn near everything, from cleaning to setting up the utilities to weeding the back yard or shoveling the steps. It was like pulling teeth to get them to clean up after themselves - even putting a glass in the dishwasher. So I did everyone’s dishes, because they were piled up by the sink for two days straight. The fights to get any of the two from small families to do anything was unbelievable. The girl from the larger family, who has parents who are less focused on their kids, was the only one who ever really pitched in. Incidentally, upon move-out (in which they left me with all of the cleaning, packing, and moving… because it was all my stuff, because they flatly refused to help out a year earlier), (C) was the only one who so much as thanked me. Not counting my bedroom, it took two straight days to get the house in shape - which included cleaning their own bedrooms! Sadly, most of this happened when I had severe medical problems and my family was going through its own horrible situation. I was, in theory, the least well-equipped, but ended up doing everything because I was the only one raised that way.</p>
<p>By your definition, CityGirlsMom, they are lovely ladies - they help out in their communities, are caring, compassionate, and all that good stuff. They just expect that someone is there to help them through life, because heaven forbid that a 21-year-old should be able to do a few things for herself, like cleaning up after herself.</p>
<p>I don’t judge people who have chosen to have small families. I judge those who dote on their kids to excess, which makes the family “small” not in the numerical sense, but in the sense of not knowing how to function in the world, how to work with other people, and how to realize that there are other priorities in the world aside from them. They are like the high-class ladies of days past, who needed handmaids to even get ready in the morning. Their husbands took care of the finances; their servants took care of other things; and she was allowed to live her life without doing basic things for herself. </p>
<p>One of my friends is a perfect example. He’s an only child, but he was raised with his cousins and a lot of extended family, so he doesn’t come off as an only child. OTOH, my ex-boyfriend is almost 30 and is completely dependent upon his family (and me). His mom does everything for him, so he’s never learned how to do it himself. We broke up a year ago, and he still looks to me for help with things (like getting transportation to a wedding that our friends are having). It’s dependency and inabilty to help oneself that reminds me more of a middle schooler, not an adult.</p>
<p>It’s not about caring and compassion. It’s about self-reliance. It just happens more naturally when there’s a half-dozen other people around you with their own needs, problems, and issues.</p>