Somewhere inside of me there is a stereotypical villain.  I'm rubbing my hands together and cackling "Mine!  They're all mine.  Hee hee hee hee hee!"  while I look at my beautiful children.

Sometimes I worry about my maternal greed.  Can it be healthy to enjoy them this much?  I mean, I like them more than chocolate.  And I know you're supposed  to love your children, but I really LIKE them, too.  They're just cool.  I could go on and on about how cool they are, but I know you'd rather tell ME about YOUR excessively cool and good-looking offspring.

I give this a lot of thought- perhaps too much- because I stand at serious risk of acquiring four more children.  I have some kids in my family who may need a home in the near future, and I am getting ready to be their mom.  And, actually, I am excited about this.

And the social workers think I am nuts.  The ones I like the best just come out and tell me, "You're nuts.  Why would you want to have so many children?  And they're so young, too!"

And I smile, and internally rub my hands together in maternal greed.  Hee hee hee hee hee hee.

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