It has been a long time since I encountered the common prejudice against children. The statements above floored me when my wife recounted them to me. We had our yearly eye exam, the first since our recent stork delivery, and the doctor asked if we were, "Two and through?" My wife kindly responded that we hoped to have more children in the future and the doctor revealed that he and his wife were, "One and done." I was disgusted to hear this attitude, all the more so since I really like our eye doctor and respect his professional opinion. But furthermore, I was reminded about my paternal grandparents who were brave enough to have six children. If they had thought like this doctor, I would not even be here since my dad was number six.
I can't help but get indignant at the thought that my uncles, aunt, and father were a burden as children since they were numbers three, four, five, and six. I have seen the joy they have brought to the world. Heck, I'm part of the joy my dad brought into the world. And the world is a brighter place because of them.