No one signs up to be the only child. Sure, some kids do pressure their parents into submitting to this family model; but at the end of the day, whether our parents will or will not reproduce does not lie in our power. Alas, I would say, when I was a little girl, since all I ever wanted was an older brother. Nothing could ever be done about it. I was and I am the only child and although, who knows, maybe one day I will have a little brother or sister (although biological odds are less and less in the favour of additions to my sibling count), I still will be an only child at heart. That’s just the way things are. I have been one for 25 years and old habits die hard.
I’m saying all of this mostly because I don’t quite agree with my own title for this post. Yes, I know I wrote it, but mainly because it is a part of an on-going series on things no one told us about BEFORE we signed up for something. I chose to move abroad. I chose to have a cat. I chose to pick up baking. I never chose to be an only child. I was just, haha, born this way.
So let me just address this post not to me, and not to other only children – although I do hope you find it relatable – but to all of you who never experienced the joys of being The One, with all its perks and all its downfalls. Just in case, you know, you want to have kids one day too. [Read more…]