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.
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!
OMG... that is probably the funniest story I have read!
Was there only one of you? I hope so for your poor mother's sake.
Can't wait to hear about the motorcycle... when's that story coming out?
Good points on Nadya... I think her parents are enablers along with the media....
One point you missed. The real culprit in this quagmire is the doctor who agreed to implant all those babies in the first place. Legal? yes Ethical? no
Are you sure the picture is not you? Personally, I've never been able to understand how any mother could cope with more than two children. Especially if they're boys. As for your story, I thoroughly enjoyed, but had to send a few sympathetic thoughts towards your neighbour. I'm glad it ended well.
I really enjoyed reading this for the story contained within.
Not being up to speed with the Nadya Suleman phenomenon I took the liberty of some background reading. I have to say it is an all to common occurrence for people in the UK to bring more souls into the world for the sole purpose of receiving welfare from the state.
Unfortunately you'll probably find Ms. Suleman doesn't give two flying f***s about the 'memories' she will be acquainted with as a consequence of her actions. Speculation I know -and being a youth worker myself experience shows- her boys are more likely to bring each other up, thus leaving little impact on her life at all. The difference, I'd guess being; your parents cared.
The memoire you sandwich between your rant is sublime. It captures the adventurous naivety of the childhood self and delivers a comical piece fashioned with wonderful detail and description.
I particularly liked these parts;
"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."
- set my mind alive with images
&
"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."
- really wraps things up well, it's funny and condenses your finale in unique way.
The narrative alone, without the introduction and conclusion, would make a wonderful member of a larger collection of memoirs of your childhood, of which you mention there are many more.
Haha man, I loved this! Thanks for entering it in my contest.
This is the kind of story I'd love to be longer.
Sorry I can't write much more, I'm in a fit of judging right now =)
i like the conversational manner this story had it was almost like a letter. i found it all very good the humour made me laugh outloud. i felt the pace was sure and steady and made me feel nostalgic. i also like the ending and agree with you all very pleasing to read.
I`m so tempted to read the other reveiwers----but, no dice,
you deserve what you get.
Forgive me for blowing smoke. I just have to tell you, that was
entertaining. It was more than entertaining actualliy, it was a
rip snortin barrel of fun. Not for the leading man, of course.
I can see where you might like to forget the whole episode.
You tell a whopper of a good story and you make your point
exceedingly well. Multiply your incident by the litter that Nadya
produced and the whole neighborhood may wind up at County
General.
Perhaps you had to write just to record the exploits of your youth ?
Great writing , but then I have told you that a couple dozen times.
This is fine story-telling. I just had the idea that you were an adventurous lad! What can you say? Glad no one was killed. Kids will be kids.... but you have a marvelous point in that mother/parent/caregiver/teacher/guardian angel! has a hard enough time with a manageable lot. I, personally, have the same association with Nadya as I do roadkill. You shouldn't stop and look but you do. My first thought when I heard this, truly, was it was hard enough raising two and I am not, (nor never do I expect to be) done. This is a woman that had 6 that, by many accounts, was not exactly doing a stand up job with those 6. The idea that she CHOSE and a real DR of medicine would choose (was the price right?) to assist her with an additional busload of babies is beyond any rational thinking! Do we still become shocked by this kind of behavior? Did she or will she get some kind of endorsement from a baby food company? The bizaarness just goes on and on.... I fear for the children the most. But, gee, this was her right....
WOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! TELL THE FUCKERS!!!! Have to say that this is absolutely what will make the rest of my day. Well said dear boy! Well said!
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