In the last year of my PhD program I took a course on entrepreneurship in the business school. The professor described entrepreneurs as people who create organizations, in the face of risk and uncertainty, with the goal of producing something valuable.
You could think of parents as people who incorporate themselves into families, despite substantial financial risk and psychological uncertainty, with the goal of producing valuable, successful humans. So, parents are entrepreneurs. Some might even be considered start-up junkies. I’m not sure what to call the octomom, or the Duggars. They’re following the Starbucks model.
As with a supermarket or restaurant chain trying to expand, if the first kid seems to be working out, scaling the family up is a simple, logical next step. Parents develop a prototype child, and, depending on the outcome, they build the business by replicating their initial concept.
So, how bad would another kid be? It depends, of course, on things like your company’s debt-equity ratio and current assets, but, on average, each additional kid should be incrementally less difficult than the last as you learn from previous mistakes and build your diaper-changing and nose-wiping skill sets.
We recently reached n = 4 and the data seem to support the kid difficulty model. The first is always craziness. Parents aren’t used to the stress of keeping a small, fragile human well and safe. We don’t know which of the standard health guidelines apply at the micro level. As a result, we become hypersensitive to any change which could indicate something serious.
Why is he breathing like that? Was that a burp, or just a baby grunt? So, should I keep burping him? Aren’t you patting him a little hard? You’re supposed to keep your palm open, not in a fist. No, that’s kind of slappy. Seriously, that would hurt my back.
So, he’s been crying for almost 20 minutes – something’s wrong. Is he hungry again? Didn’t you just nurse him? Maybe you should stop eating spicy food, and chocolate. Really? Maybe he’s cold? Turn on the heater. Or hot – check his temperature. 98.7? He might have a fever.
Oh, he probably needs his diaper changed – it’s totally your turn. What?! Is he eating algae? Green? Wait, now yellow!? Again? Where are all these bright pigments coming from? Is that normal?
After the first, you realize that most everything that appears strange and wrong is actually nothing to worry about. He’ll be fine. You’ve made most of the important decisions and the classic mistakes, like letting him sleep naked because he has a diaper rash. You know what to do when he swallows a marble, and, hopefully, you’ve been through the valley of the shadow of potty training. You’ve also learned that kids are pretty resilient to the basic parenting blunders.
Of course, scaling up is only the beginning. It just occurred to me that we’re going to have 4 teenagers, at the same time. I’m afraid.