No..one at a time... maybe easier that way...I am 52 and had six Children. Four boys and two girls. All but two have broke my heart. Now that most are grown, I'm kinda lost. I gave them all I had as a single / widowed mom with nobody...I was aick too...by myself and still homeschooled then too...some days I could hardly crawl out of bed to the bathroom...I taught them honesty, integrity, loyalty...taught them family is everything...because I didn't have any myself thanks to my psycho evil mom. Then they stab me in the back...all but two. They are ages 16, 22, 23, 28, 31, 32 ...when you're raising them and they are still little, you don't imagine that they will be gone forever one day...I feel emotionally numb after I ran out of tears. Feel like I've been cheated out of so much. I've never met my grandkids and prob will never...enjoy them while they are young. Humans are u predictable and absolutely heartless....even when you work so hard to raise them to be loving people.