Hurrying the kids into Frankie & Benny’s, I smiled at the waiter.
‘Table for 11 please,’ I said, pointing at the kids.
As our excitable troops followed to be seated, I could see a roomful of eyes counting our family.
Along the table, we had Taylor, 21, Oliver, 18, Morgan, 16, Aston, 14, Jensen, 12, Tristan, 10, Gemma, eight, Xavier, four, and Radleigh, two.
Chatting away to my husband of 21 years, Layden, 49, we ignored the whispers.
We are used to people judging and watching us - there’s a stigma around big families, after all.
Many people think large families are miserable, cause havoc, treat their children unequally and struggle to keep up with the demands.
But our children are happy, healthy and respectful.
We feel like the luckiest…