I am reading this on Christmas morning, totally exhausted so bare with my typing...as I am checking on a few online deliveries across the country and always check on my mama source friends..and that is why I am responding. I am an only child who had so much. So much time, love, and yes, much stuff. Along with faux fur coats, poodles and cadillacs (oi! so cliche in the 70s/80s) I also wore all of the family labels, oldest, youngest, most responsible, most precocious. People still asked me if I was spoiled rotten and admittedly, it still stings because I was bugged for the stuff and the talents I had nurtured, When I know only children now, I recognize their strengths and challenges. When my parents marriage fell to pieces, I learned the art of mediation, when my father was dying, I held him, arranged his affairs, consulted his doctors and sorted through his life, no siblings to share that with. When my mother went through chemo and six surgeries, I sat in the waiting rooms, alone..Yes, I had so much... I have incredible friends but friends have families, live a far and you often just find, as an only, doing it alone, is easier.. As a result, I am an independent pensive woman who thinks nothing of traveling alone, yet values traditional family life, creating and using my time with fulfillment comes naturally and looking at the world from a myriad of perspectives.. At the same time, when people ask me about life as an only, this is what I encourage and this is what our children, just two, will have to consider. Build a repertoire of adults in your life who will love them when you are gone..who will stay in touch and think of them, invite them over... This is hard stuff, what I am about to say, and especially sentimental on Christmas morning. As an only, your family tree is vulnerable to disease and life storms. As people age and die, move and move on, you branches snap off and you feel life's bitter cold and hot moments solo as well. When my father's dear friend called me last night from Sydney, Australia, I could smell my dad, our times together traveling...and when his friend, an old filmmaker called me right after and told me the entire story of Pinnochio in English and then in Italian, as I was trying to get out the door, I listened fervently because it made my Christmas to have a piece of my childhood find me. When my mother's friend called me while I stood in the middle of Macy's and was tipping over with shopping bags and worn out, I found a chair and we caught up, because she knew me when..and I will tell you, those people, those moments, thin out much faster for only children who are adults... I have always longed for a sister...not a fantasy of a perfect relationship, but for one. Same with a brother. As my children ask about grandparents who are in heaven already and about aunts and uncles, they turn to my cousins' cousins with a deep desire for connectedness. Holidays emphasize this...My cousins have loved me all these years, passed the phone around last night to wish merriness and are waiting our arrival today...but some things are just theirs and not ours. I respect that and I thank God my children have each other. I wanted 5 and keep hoping more children will coming into our lives to widen our hearts. I will also tell you that I need a few moments to compose myself when I have large play dates and the rumble swells..and then I go back in for more. I will always feel there are missing children and I know that each family dynamic is divinely designed. There is no perfect combination and families change. Love who we are given...
give them what we have. I rarely respond to other people's responses but as far as only children and 2 plus families and behavior issues, all families have issues and may benefit from support...intervention even. Only children are not afforded the same opportunities to negotiate, to step back and in, to forgive and make amends that children with siblings, unless they and their parents get into peer relationships..which I doubt anyone here would succumb to...point being is that one is a blessing, two is twice, and so the sayings go. Merry Christmas and congratulations on your babies