A funny thing happened to me the other day when my wife and I had, thank God, another baby (a boy). Many of my friends didn’t seem all that happy for me. Sure, they went through the motions of smiles and congratulations. But it was evident that many thought me insane. Why would a young man and his wife ruin their lives with eight children? Who can afford the Jewish day school bills? Don’t we want to live life a little, and not just be burdened with kids?
It got downright surreal when a European film company pressed me, while my wife was in labor, to finish shooting a segment that had an urgent deadline (I obviously told them they were insane). And the next day, I was mildly criticized by a Jewish organization that was supposed to be hosting me for a lecture for having to cancel on them because the lecture clashed with the baby’s bris.
I don’t mind that the world doesn’t really love babies, just that it pretends to. It’s time we got honest about our priorities. Most people get a new car every two or three years, but one or two babies throughout the life of their marriage is plenty. You can get drunk on an airplane, laugh hysterically with your mates, and still not really anger people. But if you dare bring a crying baby on board, you will be given malicious looks, as if the little thing is a package that ticks. If you walk your dog along the street, people will stop you to tell you how cute he is. But walking down the street with a baby might find a woman or two who coos. But, for the most part, you’ll be utterly ignored.
Indeed, the contempt shown to parents of many children is the last acceptable prejudice in our society. As the father of a large family, I find myself apologizing wherever I go, as if I committed a crime. The frequent and loaded stares from scornful onlookers imply that the famine in Africa was caused by my selfish insistence on overpopulating the earth. Long ago, my wife and I discovered that few hotels were prepared to accommodate so many children, even if we took three or four rooms, which is why we bought an RV for travel.
How strange to live in a world where loving children casts one into infamy. Having a family with many children implies a backwardness and primitivism that is deemed unbecoming in the developed countries of the West. Large families, it is thought, exist only among religious weirdos or the teeming hovels of the third world. Rich countries, by contrast, prefer to increase their standard of living rather than the number of the living. Looking at Western birthrates for the year ‘001, we see that the United States averaged only 14.’ births for every thousand Americans, and the birthrate among white Americans is so low that the United States will soon lose its white majority. Indeed, one can go for days in a wealthy city like Manhattan without encountering a single pregnant woman. Riches and children have become inversely proportional: the more of the former, the less of the latter.
Hence, the high birthrates of extremely poor African nations — like Uganda, at 47.5′ births per 1,000, or Niger, with 50.68 births per 1,000 — are deemed to be prime causes and indicators of their penury. The abundant fertility and unrestrained sexuality of these countries confirms the unspoken Western mindset that these country’s inhabitants are just one step above savages. Contraception has becomes a synonym for civilization.
A Christian mother of six once wrote to me, "I find it troubling to worry about getting pregnant again… because I don’t want to face the criticism of friends and family. Why do people not see children as a blessing?" A fair question, which deserves a fair response.
Why is it that even many synagogues today are not children-friendly? Why are people impressed that Jay Leno owns ‘0 motorcycles, but disgusted that some religious families choose to have 10 children?
Let’s not finesse the response. We all know why. A world that has lost its innocence has trouble appreciating beings that are innocent. A world that has become selfish has soured on the idea of leading a life of selflessness. A world that has become grossly materialistic is turned off to the idea of more dependents who consume resources. And a world that mistakenly believes that freedom means a lack of responsibility is opposed to the idea of needy creatures who "tie you down."
They can go fly a kite.
By just looking at my children, I become more innocent. By loving them, I become more noble. By spending more money on them than on myself, I find transcendence. And by being a father and liberating all of the love in my heart, my spirit soars free. I work hard to support a large family, and I give up no pleasures in doing so because my children are my foremost pleasure.
I am often asked by women dating men how to tell whether they are marriage material. I tell them, "See if he enjoys children." A man who loves children is playful. He will spend his life joking with his wife because he loves to see her laugh, and will flirt with her because he loves to see her smile.
There was a time when husbands and wives worked hard to ensure that they could afford the blessings of a large family. Today, the higher your earning bracket, the fewer children you have; but then, we always knew that many turn money from a blessing into a curse.
Before he died, the Lubavitcher Rebbe launched a campaign asking parents to have one more child than they originally planned. It is a campaign that a dwindling Jewish community should revive as it continues to disappear.