But, in all seriousness, she does have some unrealistic expectations about me and my family.
She came from a huge family. Her mother had 12 children: five boys and seven girls. Her father was an amazingly hard worker, and they managed to survive without any kind of government assistance on his earnings as a yard worker. He went around to houses mowing grass, pulling weeds, and all kinds of other yard work. He was such a great man.
My mother-in-law then went on to have five children. In fact, they are still trying to have children. She even has a son that’s younger than my 18 month old daughter. My husband is the only one of her children living outside the home, and her next oldest child is only seven.
She is big on family. She likes to have lots of kids running around, and she seems to thrive on the chaos.
I, on the other hand, like to have a little more control, and I like to have plenty of funds to cover anything my little one might need. I know that eventually I will have to buy her a car and pay for college, so we started saving before she was even born.
I know that, with my second child, the amount of money that we can contribute to her well-being and education gets cut in half. Having more children just seems like too much.
That being said, my MIL wants me to have between 6 and 10 children. Those are her numbers, not mine. I find them a bit random, but whatever.
After my second child, I’m done. I don’t think I could handle two kids. And I want to be able to provide for them properly. This means lots of savings. But she is in the mindset that there is always enough room for one more kid. I just don’t share that belief. I think that this world is populated enough, and I want my kids to have more than I had. I’m currently buried under student loans because my parents didn’t save for me. I don’t want to do that to my kids.
I have a feeling that this isn’t the end of the conversation, though. She is going to always bug me for more grandkids, and I’m not going to budge. I guess I better just get used to it.