I am an only child. When I was growing up, people often asked me: “What’s it like being an only child? It must get lonely. And your parents must really spoil you.”
I used to say, “well sometimes” or “not really”, depending on my mood. As I got older, the question started to annoy me a bit. My answer eventually changed to “I have nothing else to compare it to. I’m not lonely. I have plenty of friends and a great family. And no, I am not spoiled. My parents taught me the value of hard work and didn’t give me everything I wanted just because I wanted it.” (Note: by “everything” I refer to toys and life’s luxuries. I’ve never gone hungry and was always well-equipped with the necessary supplies to enjoy a fruitful and enjoyable childhood. My “needs” were seen to; my “wants” were only occasionally indulged.)
Some people would look at me sceptically and with pity as though they thought I was lying. I wasn’t. I really don’t see the point of dwelling on something (like having a sibling) that isn’t ever going to change. I am 25 now and am still asked this question occasionally.
I’m sure it’s great having a sibling. But it’s also great being an only child has some great advantages.
I thought I’d list my experiences so far:
– You don’t have to vie for your parents’ attention.
– You never have to wonder whether you’re the favourite child.
– You have your choice of friend/cousin to take with you on vacation. That way you’re guaranteed to have fun.
– You don’t have to share a bedroom if you live in a small house.
– You don’t have to share anything really.
– You get to have awesome birthday parties.
– A biggish deal is made about pretty much anything you achieve. There is no sibling overshadowing you.
– Everything in the will is yours.
There you have it. Being the only child has perks too, as you can see. Either way, you don’t have a choice when it comes to having siblings. That’s all up to your parents and their reproductive systems.