I get to regularly comfort and console people who freak out on my behalf. …the folks who practically faint when they hear I have five BOYS and would go back for round 6. Then, there are the ever-sweet people who pronounce me a saint, a mother who has a “special” crown waiting for me in heaven, as consolation for such a tough but honorable mission in motherhood. I have a couple of thoughts about that. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the empathy for the work in raising boys. I do. And, yes, it’s a lot of work. It’s not that there haven’t been sacrifices that we’ve made in order to raise a large family. There have. It’s not that different dynamics don’t exist in a family like ours that may not be present in a family of boys and girls. There are. But, here’s what I always come back […]